War prt 2

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Anna p.o.v "Damn!" where the hell are they all coming from? I asked no one but myself. As I take note of my surroundings seeing how our pack warriors were struggling to keep them off our territory and the scent of blood was everywhere making me have the feeling of tasting their blood. The smell was getting stronger every second that passed and the urge to taste their blood took over as I was fighting it. I looked at my siblings and they were not having it either I didn't know what to do or who to ask for help but there was only one person to call out for and that is our mother. I closed my eyes and focused on our minds link but it was difficult trying to get into contact with her which is not always the case but this time It was difficult getting her. I did not give up but I kept on try

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