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Convergence vi
~ The mountain was alive with activity. The werewolves and their human allies were moving about, preparing all they needed to take with them. In this fight, they had a slight disadvantage, but things were looking up. Word had come back that the three vampire families—Vescovi, Ungaro, and De Rege—were also preparing their own men. They would meet in Hedgewood and do what they could to stop Sven from opening the portal.
Martha walked over to Zigor, Garrick, and Ichiro as they loaded their guns with silver nitrate bullets.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Zigor commented as he ran a finger lightly over the blade Martha had made from pure silver.
She blushed as she handed the two humans a small glass bottle each.
“What’s this?”
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