A Hand basket to Hell

She watched Oleander pull himself back together, and she gave the white wolf an approving nod. Though she was in no place to give it, she did so anyway. If she was going to risk her life with this Blight, she needed Oleander to hold up his end of the bargain and fight for the pack against it.

“Very well then. Delivery, and news of a Winged wolf. I’ll see you soon, my Lord.” She promised him, and stepped out of the Col. she could already feel the change in the pack. Just as she was starting to get familiar with it, the world pulled the rug out from under her

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