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Ch. 37

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The room is utterly silent save for the ragged breaths of a wild looking man. Blood drips from his mouth and claws as he stalks back toward his throne, throwing himself heavily on the seat.

Several servants shrink as best they can into the shadowy depths of the throne room, but there is no hiding from Devlin Anwir.

“Clean up this mess before I give you all the same treatment!”

Everyone moves to fulfill his orders except for one man who moves closer to him, eyes concealing any emotion.

“We’ll have to create more, Your Majesty. Shall I send for… recruits?”

Devlin’s golden eyes don’t move from the servants carting off the remains of his rogue platoon. In many ways he looks more wolf than man - his canines permanently lowered, his claws permanently extended - and his black hair more mane than anything else.

“Yes, Gifek.” He inhales, seeming to steady himself. “Although it will take some time to train them. Albius and his men were our best - although clearly too stupid to c
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