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Esmeralda has gone in and out of consciousness repeatedly. Vimdraolf sat guarding her like the watch dog he was created to be, only taking his eyes off her at the arrival of the major five Timber wolf Alpha's.
Tension smelled in the air, they've not seen eyes to eyes since the great war Vimdraolf fought along side with Amargo again their fathers.
This was not a friendly meeting, but an alliance. Vimdraolf sat on the throne, his gold eyes beshine making him look more beautifully dangerous. Any wrong move could lead to the Alphas death. They needed him but not as much as he needed them.
No one said a word for five minutes straight, every one except Vimdraolf burnt with anger, the feeling of hatred and need for vengeance for the blood of their kind spilled by witches consumed them. But
