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The Lightning King was more than a little surprised, and to an extent impressed, that he was not the first to answer the call. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to the mystic woman who claimed to know the mysteries of the land he had taken as his home, but he admired her initiative.

The male standing at the borders was a stranger, and although he appeared friendly, Tyranis kept an air of caution around him a he approached. Naudir had already taken the liberty of asking what the male’s business with his pack was and now awaited a response. Curiously the male smelled heavily of prey animal, but not blood. How that was at all possible vexed him. He couldn’t be a hunter, but then what was he?

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