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3. In Need of Healing Florence was a strong woman, though she maintained a certain elegance as well. Born into the alpha family she’d had a head-start in life. Her father, clan leader Daniar Murrinck, had been a powerful warrior until his death. If all had gone well, Florence would have been the new alpha female of the Murrinck clan. And she would have picked her mate who would then have become the new clan leader. The old grounds where they had lived was not too far from their current home, but the wolf could not bare to return. Every wolf in her father’s clan had been family to her. There had been about sixty members. She hadn

2. Wonder        “Florence, why do demons hate humans?” Minkle wondered.        “Because they're not from our world, and their world is weaker. Nobody knows exactly, but the wise people say humans don't understand any magic or tactics, and if you take a look at their world it's completely filthy,” Florence answered. Clearly she didn't think too highly of humans. Few people were aware that there was always a small chance a portal would drop a human into the world here. Generally youkai didn’t believe in the portals and considered those to be a myt

1. A Rare Find Aidan Satou, the young bandit came running through the woods, zipping through the trees and keeping a low profile. The wolves had taught him how. He jumped down a ledge and under an old tree root, where he suddenly saw the object of his search. He jumped and hit his head against the tree root, growled shortly but calmed down.        “Hey Mink. Minkle?” he whispered, looking up through the tree roots, “She's on my case again, I think I'll just hide here with you until she stops her yapping.” He made a face, imitating their leader Florence, who was rather strict sometimes.

Prologue There was only dust. Light from the sun was shielded by it, and the sense of air and earth consumed by it. There was no sound, for she was deafened by the blast. Only dust surrounded her. It got into her hair, her clothes, her eyes. It got into her lungs. Florence Murrinck, the only descendant of Daniar Murrinck, chief of the wolf clan, felt her way through the dust. Had they gone? Why was there no sound? Things seemed to fall from the sky, tiny flecks snowed onto her bare arms, into the blood covering her skin. After all of this, why was she alive? They had come during the night in a surprise attack. Traitors within the clan had m