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At last, everyone went their own way, splitting up outside the fortress and even making bets on who would finish first.

An hour later, the other werewolf camp was waking up.

The man in charge got word that Lord Dracomir himself wanted to give him his answer.

He stepped out of his tent calmly, unhurried; he felt he had the upper hand and didn’t mind making proud Dracomir wait.

Imagine spurning the future heiress for that mangy vampire.

He walked to his horse and set off with a small esc