After reading that note, my blood boiled.
Filtiarn wanted to rip that son of a b*tch in half, and this time, I didn’t stop him.
He shifted in front of everyone. No one dared to challenge us—they know better when Filtiarn is in control.
We raced toward the border.
Filtiarn
(*I’ll tear him apart!*) (growling*)
His growl echoed, making wolves freeze in their tracks, the females whimper, and the pups hide behind their parents in fear.
Just before crossing the border, I heard Fenris whimpering in my head. It made us both halt.
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