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... , my paws felt like they were being dipped in acid. They didn’t have hearts to puncture or throats to rip. They were just constructs; vessels for a malice that felt older than the pack itself.
"Alpha! The East wing is collapsing!"
I heard Silas scream through the link, but his voice was muffled, like he was shouting from underwater. The shadows were thick in the air now, it was a physical weight that made it hard to breathe, hard to see.
I swung my massive head, snapping ...
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