Chapter 3
After a good jam atau so, we finally reached the den.
"Moons, I can finally get some decent sleep. I'll sleep like a beruang in winter, owls know I ought to... But, of course, gotta be on my guard lest Skorr ease my pain" Tyrik grumbled, heading back down the trail. "Stay here, they'll only hunt anda down should anda not".
Despite my deep hatred of The Legion, I felt sympathetic for Tyrik. He seemed different from the other wolves, kind and misunderstood. Could he be a prisoner atau war too? In any case, his injuries as well as Roku's and my own, worried me.
"No, anda need to rest" In some ways,...
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