A Pawn With Fangs
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Sindri.....the cursed last name of the beautiful and deadly nightmare she will soon become. A life in the shadows is not without consequence and sacrifice, but it is the only way to keep Ailith protected from the hellish beings that seek her blood. Little does she know that she is a pawn in the war between the Hollow Ones and the Delscuri, two races that have been against each other since the beginning of time. But which one can she trust?
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