By the time Lían and the other sentinels had slain the last of the cursed wolves, the sun was beginning to rise over the horizon. Shifting back into their human forms, the wolves appeared breathless, and only then did the most injured reveal their vulnerability. “How is it possible that the cursed ones got this far?” Allan approached his brother slowly, his chest displaying deep claw marks inflicted by their attackers. “I don’t know.” Lían, though his wolf was working to heal his wounds, couldn’t deny his exhaustion. Taking a few steps toward Zven, his best friend, who looked more composed despite his injuries, he added, “Check the flanks. I need to know where they broke through.” Without needing further instructions, Zven gave a slight nod and shifted back into his wolf form, heading toward the control posts. Watching Zven leave, Lían ordered the others to return to the pack. They needed to assess the damage. As they approached the center of the village, the wolves were met wi
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