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In the mythological realm of Canidae Kingdom, where werewolves reign and ancient powers lie dormant, Xavion Silverfate, a fallen prince, embarks on a quest for redemption in a kingdom on the brink of chaos. 

As Xavion navigates the treacherous landscape outside the Kingdom, he discovers hidden powers within himself, and its twin—a web of betrayal, dark conspiracies where allies are scarce, and enemies wear familiar faces. 

Xavion's odyssey unfolds, he unearths long-buried legacies and taps into the secrets of werewolf lore, each revelation shaping the destiny of Canidae Kingdom. His choices become dominos pushed, falling on the other's shared fate, a fate reverberating across the werewolf realm.

"Only one will stand at the end of it all. And I'll surely be the only one that will stand at the end of it all."

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Xavion Silverfate

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I can hear Circe's curse and feel her rolling of eyes when the Dryads increase in number.

But I thought you said they were friendly.

She huffed, as I awkwardly smiled at them.

Overly friendly, I should have added.

"I'm Daphnaie, dryad of the laurel trees. What brings you to the forest, Circe?"

She's calling you out, Circe. I mocked her, emphasizing her name. Hearing her huff, I chuckled inwardly.

"I'm Xianne. And I was looking for spare logs, to build a fire. Circe wanted some rabbit meat."

Daphnaie nodded, looking at her friend, who was standing on the small branch. "Meliae, do you have a few ash logs to spare?"

Chapter 23 | Magus Gwydion