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Miles'POV

A warrior shouldn't be scared of war, he's always ready to fight to his last breath, he's always adamant to strife against his fate and roots it outta his path. I muttered silently and turned to face the werewolves.

I stood firmly glaring around, few set outta the werewolves scurried around me, I was left in between them like a core. They weren't transformed, they were still in their humans form. That greenish ray sparkling outta their eyes was something scary. I bite back and allowed myself into the scene. I knew, it won't be cool, but giving up would make it worst. It was a horrible...