The Wolf King stood atop a small mountain of fallen kin, gazing down at the tragic scene before him. The battle had raged for over an hour and was finally over, yet his heart felt exceptionally heavy.
His body was stained with blood—some his own, some belonging to his brethren—but none of it belonged to the masked man.
At least five hundred werewolf warriors had been lost in this engagement. They were the elite of the tribe, its backbone, and the very foundation of the wolves' standing within the Demon Clan.
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