Soon, wolves began to notice that the shadow lord was dead.
Shadow wolves would stop fighting and flee, as they could not fight without a leader.
After the last of them had disappeared, the two victorious packs cheered in celebration.
Twisty nuzzled next to Vledz. "You did it," She whispered.
"We did it," Vledz replied.
Darox and Zosie were standing next to each other, congratulating their wolves.
"Let's have a feast!" Moslern called.
"YEAH!" Everyone shouted.
Vledz looked at Twisty. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"What?" She looked back at him.
"Will you be my mate?" He asked, glancing away.
Twisty gazed at him affectionately. "Sure," She whispered.
THE END
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FantasyAre you the wolf you think you are? Jacer is asking himself that question.
