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Darkness gathered like clouds on a stormy night. It came from the east, and it swept over Death Valley like a cold blanket which bore nothing but death and ill will. The darkness washed over everything, and even the earth seemed to tremble with the wrath of thousands moving over it like a stampede.
Today, something powerful was moving through the lands, and every single living creature could feel the chaos that was about to descend on them. There was a sense of dread about it all; a terrible, sickening feeling which crawled over the earth and moved with the wind, borne like ill-will by the wind.
Fifty five thousand marched through the lands, with Alpha Clark leading them. He had summoned all his generals, and sent word to every wolf that could be spared. All had come to take one las
