Freedom Restored
The return to pack lands was made in silence for the most part. Covered in mud and blood, soaked through from the rain, we trudged into the Shadow Storm pack lands to offer our report to the King Neil and Queen Izaria. It was nearly dawn before we reached the royal packhouse. Paul reached over, his hand coming to rest on my lower back as he stopped me for a minute. His eye roamed over me, as if searching for anything remotely resembling Taint – the edgy darkness that came with selfish use of magical abilities for personal gain. The addiction that started magic users down the same road as Rogues. After a few minutes, he smiled with a curt nod. “Let’s give the Alpha King the news of the mission, little brother.” “I’m exhausted, but all I can think about is Ruby and Saffron, of how they’ll
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