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Chapter 59 : The Last Stand
Author: FelconLee
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Alden’s POV

Rowan’s voice cracked like a whip through the dark.

“Run, Alden! Now!”

I spun at the command. The bushes around us had come alive with yellow eyes everywhere, low growls rolling from every shadow. The wolves poured out six, maybe seven lean and scarred, moving with that unnatural speed that made my stomach drop. Moonlight caught their teeth and turned them silver.

Rowan threw one of the newly forged silver swords at the closest wolf. The blade spun end over end, a bright arc in the
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