The Emblem of Vengeance
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FIRE BEGOTTEN WITCHES.
Vallorie Montague, who set her soul ablaze, led a cohort of mad witches with an oath to avenge women from Avalli Land against men like her father, who burned her mum to ashes, only to be banjaxed by the curious mind of a lurking wolf, Prince Damian of Goullivuere.
Vallani Echivor (the cohort) was a mystery, infamous for men assassination, and these scuttlebutt peeked Damian's interest. He intruded the land to seek deeper deets, to solely fulfill his journal, only to be bewitched by the woman as arrogant and powerful as the cohort she created.
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