Spirits broken, along with most of the pack, the survivors tucked in their tails and ran. Fariane moved around, finishing any wolf that hadn’t died yet, putting them out of their misery. Levis sat against a tree, wrapping a cloth around a nasty wound on their leg. Tired but satisfied, Vanima made her way over to Penelo and Saida.

The seven corpses surrounding the couple pleased her, but the moment she saw the look on Penelo’s face, the realization hit her. She never had to kill something before, let alone in a life-or-death situation. Multiple cuts and scrapes littered Saida’s body, but she stood up to the onslaught and protected her charge.

The young elf trembled, tears mixing with the blood that had splashed across her face, now smeared. Her sword was still halfway in a wolf wh...

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