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Fifty-one

Making up war chants with the names of the packs they had conquered and destroyed was the job of Jago the Omega, but after this particular victory everybody in the pack was in high spirits.

They were all howling and growling, brandishing their sharp and bloodstained fangs while swinging from tree to tree, wherever they could find one. The moon was halfway across the sky and the closer it got tot the center the more the adrenaline raged in their vains.

Rahl, a thousand year old evil Mage who was up until a few moons ago a myth to the Wolves of New Orleans had led what was left of the Half moon Werewolf pack to victory against the Werewolf packs of Silver creek. They returned with spoils of war ranging from food, female Wolves to mate with and silverware, to the head of the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Creek pack displayed on pikes.

The remnants of what was once the great Half moon pack of New Orleans, and some other Wolves who were prisoners of wer from his previous conquests all ov
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