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He turned away, running farther into the night. Somehow, I’d known he would. My heart sank as I realized I’d be forced to turn to my backup plan.
The hunters had been turning wolves against my kind for month now. They had more knowledge, ways of controlling those cursed by lycanthropy. I felt the weight the notebook in my pocket. Names, dates, meeting locations, everything I could find that would help them in their war. Perhaps enough to let the hunters turn the tide. Perhaps enough that they would be willing to help me try and cure my brother.
I turned away, only to be confronted by three silhouettes. Some of my new kin, trying to stop me. I raised my blade and charged, roaring out a challenge as I came. I’d sacrificed so much for him. What were three more bodies, compared to what I’d already done?
Blades Clashed.
Battlegrinder is my ign.
And by the way, the word count tool considers contractions to be two words instead of one (and technically speaking, contractions are properly one word. Thank you English 101). So my story registers as 154 word, but its actually 150 exactly.
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