The woman at the dungeons

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    A new meeting between the alpha and his lieutenants had already ended. The summary was always the same. Lack of trained warriors, lack of resources, people afraid and displeased. Marvel was lying all along the office couch with a hand holding his forehead and his eyes closed. This time, his headache was not due to a hangover but to a long sleepless night at the dungeons. On the other side, Evan was standing in silence, looking at the first morning sunrays, recalling last night’s performance at Madame Pechê’s.     “With some luck, the spring will come soon and we will be able to start with the crops” Andrew stated out loud. Evan nodded but Marvel scoffed, grunting as he moved to sit on the couch. He gathered the courage to ask his alpha about his new friend.     “Andrew, what about t

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