PROLOGUE I

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The wind blew fiercely that night. I felt myself shiver in cold as it touches my skin and tousled my hair, my eyes wary of every step I take as I ascended up the stairs made of stone, my forehead creased as I started to wonder how I got there and what lies ahead? And then I saw it, a large red temple made of wood, tiny yellow lanterns hanged at every corner its lights flickering softly against the dark night,

Seven silhouettes started to form at the doorstep,glistening silver furs, razor-sharp teeth and claws, the piercing eyes of a predator... they were WOLVES...

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