Free From Bondage: Werewolf Breeding Love & War Stories

The stallion cries of battle began to rattle through the ranks far and wide. Now the smallings had nothing to hide. They would march behind the royal knights into the dawn. They would approach Vastious soon as the sun careen through the sky reaching higher and higher. The smallings would capture fate in their grasp and throw no caution to the wind. Now they were crossing the mountains of endless snow. They were in the valley mountain pass that was fiercely defended by Fluria and Vastious as...