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desperate dead ends
The search had just begun back at the Blackmoon pack; they scavenged from their pack until they entered the territory filled with rogues. The rogues were smart enough not to attack or even make themselves seen by Rygan; they felt the bloodlust pulsating from him. The fury and rage in his gaze showed there would be no mercy if caught. Rygan was like a madman on a mission; he scoured the territories with his men, and they never saw this feral yet beastly nature from Rygan, not since Elise was taken. After an hour in the rogue territory, Rygan finally gets a whiff of a different scent, a bloody one that smells like a mortal enemy. His snout flared as he trailed the scent to the edge of the rogue's lands. He comes face-to-face with a human, barely alive, his hands covering his throat, and
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