MAGNUS
I'm old. Seventy-three years as a wolf. Fifty of those years packless.
I've seen extermination attempts before. This isn't Parliament's first time trying to eliminate organized resistance.
The young wolves in the shelter don't know. They think this is new. Unprecedented. Special.
It's not.
"Listen," I tell the gathered crew. They're having final meeting before tomorrow's battle. "I need to tell you something. History you should know."
Callum nods. "Go ahead, Magnus."
"Twenty years ago, Parliament tried this exact thing. Different location. Camden instead of Rookeries. But same situation. Packless wolves organizing. Providing mutual aid. Building community." I sit down. My joints ache. "Parliament declared them threat. Sent hunters. Over a hundred vampires and mercenaries."
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