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Chapter 78
The inner court of the Black Moon pack seemed to hold cheer as Alpha Novak drank from his goblet. The sour taste of the wine tingled his throat. He sat at the head of the table on his unique chair with his Beta seated at the right side of the table. Alpha Torress of the Dark Silver pack sat at the left side of the table. They were all in cheerful spirits. "Alpha Novak," Alpha Torress began, his gruff voice sounding cheerful, "I can't thank you enough. We owe you a debt of blood! Your warriors were like beasts unleashed, tearing down Randall's army with no mercy!" He drained his goblet in a gulp, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as his bald head, which was polished to a shine, gave a slight nod of appreciation. Alpha Torress is a man in his early fifties. Still standing strong and
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