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"It isn’t the fault of anyone that we haven’t found the young ones yet. We have a bigger problem." Daphne said with a solemn expression. She didn’t know how to break the news to the older wolves, who thought the war was over.

"What is more important than our missing families?" someone asked in anger.

"The black wolves. Get me a board and marker, pilpo." Daphne instructed. It was time she told them what was happening, regardless of the pain in their hearts. If they do not prepare for war, what happened will happen again.

The board was placed on a high stool beside her, and a black marker was handed to her. She scribbled ‘black wolves’ on the board. Murmurings filled the air as everyone tried to understand who the black wolves were. Daphne briefly glanced at the older wolves, who had worry on their faces. They knew she was talking about the hunters.

"The black wolves are back?" one of the wolves asked with great apprehension.

"What the heck is a black wolf?" Someone interrupted. He had