Chapter 3: The Thorough Cleanup
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After listening to the maid's report, she walked straight into the tent and pointed to a thick, heavy dark wood chest in the corner.
"Open it."
The maid lifted the heavy wooden lid. There were only two things inside—an ash-white inner armor made of wolf fur, and a sharply polished bone dagger.
Sera looked at them quietly.
That inner armor was woven inch by inch over fifteen sleepless nights using the warmest pureblood lanugo fur she had plucked raw from her own body. That bone dagger was carved from the hardest toe bone she dug out after single-handedly challenging a beast's lair, which had resulted in three bloody holes pierced into her stomach by a giant bear.
Every piece was soaked in her blood and pain.
Kyle exhausted his meat supplies to exchange for bone marrow for Elara, forgetting that he himself was a wolf whose joints ached agonizingly every severe winter.
Sera grabbed the inner armor and the bone dagger. She kicked away the fire baffle of the stone fire pit beside her and threw them all directly into the rolling flames.
Scalding heat rushed against her face. The tongues of fire greedily devoured the ash-white items. Under the extreme heat, the hard bone dagger disintegrated into a pile of charcoal.
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Early morning, the day after the ceremony.
Sera stood in front of the bronze mirror and rolled her left shoulder. The place where Kyle had heavily smashed into her yesterday had no major issues; a werewolf's formidable physique and self-healing ability had already dissipated the bruising.
She changed into a pitch-black leather hunting outfit representing absolute power and wildness. Cold beast-bone buckles reflected a rugged light against the solid black fabric.
"Prepare my horse. Let's go to tonight's pack gathering and see what other acts they can put on."
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