Rogue, Silver and Silent
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- Parts 9
I ran from my home, leaving blood, entrails and mass chaos in my wake, escaping to a new land with their foreign customs and strange tongue. A burden of two pups to slug through the mess of new suroundings, a dead alpha an assumed dead beta and
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