/1/113134/coverbig.jpg?v=829bd3075c1e9a827f4b38fe9da2d0a4)
the last of the white wolf dynasty. Her silver mane ran with
odies of rebels, rogue wolves littered the ground
something worse, an alliance. Greedy for her power and afraid of what she
er lips as she dropped to her kne
d was to lie
saw her warriors fighting so brave
curled int
be their end..." s
ose, with al
up my life..." she whi
red the call, something de
ter than ever, blazing acros
explosion of her aura consumed the batt
of the ruin, Amelia la
hite
immered like the bright star on a full moon
as a power to be reckoned with. She has built a legacy,
he last. A wave of fear swept through the crowd. Just before her eyes
shall return to you someday. But tel
hard, as if gathering
oyal robe, with a different ident
nyone could give an an
***
They blazed a deep yellow, the
st her ribs. Sweat beaded on her skin, and her hands

GOOGLE PLAY