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We slowly make our way around the trees and fallen branches. My wolf takes over. We’re the hunters and he is the prey. Soon, we can see him standing several hundred yards away with a woman by his side. Six of his original pack are there with him and there are about eight new shifters in the group. “We need to find more recruits.” Kevin’s hands are balled into fists and his face is snarled. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but none of the other packs are answering my emergency call like they promised and the other half of my pack f*****g vanished after the fight with that b***h and that pathetic alpha.” “Well, there aren’t many rogue wolves out here.” One of the new members shakes his long black hair. “Then we’ll just need to make some.” Kevin growls at the man and steps into hi
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