Sierra grunted, her back legs slipping on the loose sand. "I have no loyalty to your pack, and never will!" she snarled, whipping her head around to latch onto his neck.
Blood trickled from Frost's neck, but he showed no pain. He smiled wickedly, he twisted his head, snapping at the back of her neck.
West came to a halt in the trees, he saw two wolves locked in battle
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