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The war room hums with activity, the air thick with tension and determination. Soldiers move in and out, loading guns, checking equipment, and shouting orders. The smell of oil and metal fills my nose as I stand in front of the weapon rack, scanning the rows of rifles, handguns, and knives. My fingers hover over a sleek black handgun. It looks lightweight, manageable, something I could handle despite my lack of experience.
“That’s a good choice,” Jayden stands beside me, calm but alert. His voice is steady when he speaks. “You know, a long time ago, wolves fought with their claws and fangs. Strength and brute force were everything back then. But now...” He gestures at the racks of silver-laced bullets and weapons, his expression darkening. “Now we fight with silver and
