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The legend of the Golden Wolf had captivated the minds of many, though some dismissed it as a mere myth while others remained steadfast in their belief. However, in the wake of that fateful night, sightings of the elusive creature had dwindled, leading some to doubt its existence altogether.

"Dimitry," Wyatt murmured softly, his brother's presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of his thoughts.

"Are we just going to let him walk away after taking everything from us?" Dimitry's words cut through the stillness, the quiet determination in his voice signaling his readiness for vengeance. Wyatt's brow furrowed in solemn contemplation, a silent promise in the depths of his gaze.

"No," he declared. "I'll sever his head and lay him to rest where she was laid to rest," he vowed, his words laced with a burning desire for justice.

"But first, we must prepare," Wyatt proclaimed, his tone commanding as he rallied his allies. "The war is upon us, and we must be ready to face whatever comes