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Not weak

Hunters fought against mine and Carlson's packs using guns and silver blades. The sight of it made my mouth to fall.

Women were crouching on the ground, crying over dead men or trying to escape being trampled. My stomach churned, searching the crowd for anyone familiar. Tora's hand yanked on my arm, but I couldn't look away from the pandemonium unfolding.Gunshots and blades hitting one another drowned out the screaming and cries of death filling the air. My attention slowly moved over my ...

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