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Chapter Forty-Eight – Bow or Burn
Author: Freezy-Grip
last update2025-09-10 16:06:55

The declaration ripped the night apart.

“YOUR KING RETURNS.”

The wolves collapsed flat, their bellies pressed to the dirt, howls breaking into whimpers. Golden fire and black shadow swirled around Denilson’s body, splitting the battlefield into light and dark.

The dynasties froze, And then the split began.

One group fell to their knees, heads bowed, voices trembling.

“He is Alpha”, “He is beyond Alpha”, “He is king!”

But others stood firm, blades drawn, eyes blazing with ancestral fury.

“No… he is Prime.”, “He is the curse itself!”, “Strike him down before the shadow spreads!”

Roland’s scarred face hardened, his sword raised as he stepped into the divide. His men stood behind him, loyal but wary.

“Choose, dynasties. Bow, or test your steel against wolves and fire alike.”

The wolves snarled, lips curling, claws digging into the earth. Their eyes burned gold, yet flickered with shadow, torn between two instincts.

Jenna staggered forward again, her hands trembling, her throat raw from sc
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