‘Rise of the Wolves’: Chapter 1

The gates, fashioned of the tallest tree trunks, leading into Hawthornes Rest slowly dragged open with agonizing creaks of protest. It was old, just like its cousins which formed the wall to protect the village, but sturdy enough to have seen enough blood, sweat, and tears. The blizzard which had engulfed the territory had long passed but left ten or fifteen feet of snow as a reminder to its ability. The sun reflected off the surface of it made you wonder if you were staring straight into the s…

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