Ten miles south of Blackwood Keep, in the fortified encampment of the combined Ironridge and Silverfang armies, the smell of roasted oxen and cheap southern rum filled the freezing night air. Inside the massive red silk command pavilion, Lord Cassian Vance sat at a folding mahogany table covered in tactical maps of the northern valley. Beside him stood Alpha Korvin of Silverfang—a seven-foot-tall brute with matted gray fur, dead yellow…
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