Chapter 69

At the Direwolffolk territory, the fine rain drifted like fog, wrapping the land in a soft, gray haze.

The chill of autumn seeped into every inch of the earth. Rain-soaked grass began to revive, and a thin layer of green crept over the once-barren patches.

The number of imprisoned Lepusfolk females had dropped by several hundred.

Those whose bond marks had turned completely gray had already been e