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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Prologue
© SPAuthor Prologue The disease started many months ago. It started in the Northern Forest, and spread from there. It took hold of every predator. First, you’re ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 1
© SPAuthor Chapter One The Pures live in the Southern Forest, the last clean area on earth. They hunt down and kill the Rages. They risk their lives every time ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 2
© SPAuthor Chapter Two The only sound I can hear is the casual munching of the caribou herd, and the song of the insects that have yet to leave for ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 3
© SPAuthor Chapter Three “No, no, no! Not like that!” I twist around to look at the speaker, but the jaws locked on my forepaw tighten. I don’t move, on ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 4
© SPAuthor Chapter Four The Outer Patrol looms ahead, only a mile away. Dake slows his pace to a steady trot, his sleek pelt rippling in the cold wind. ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 5
© SPAuthor Chapter Five I freeze up, the exact thing they tell you not to do when fighting Rages, the moment the Rage springs at my big brother. I’m terrified ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 6
© SPAuthor Chapter Six We reach the mountains at sunset, the light spilling over the snowy peaks. By midnight, our paws sore and clumsy, we finally make it to the ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 7
© SPAuthor *Author's note: Yes! It's finally uploaded, even though I hate it! Chapter Seven “K-katya.” Glass stammered, staring at the dangerous red eyes flashing in the darkn
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 8
© SPAuthor Chapter Eight Kyran returns an hour later, dragging a good-sized deer behind him. He looks smug. “You actually caught it.” Glass gapes, padding forward to sniff at the ...
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The Rage (Very rough, rough draft) Chap. 9
© SPAuthor Chapter Nine We head west after two days resting in the open plains, with Kyran leading us towards his home. “ ’Tis a beautiful morning.” Crow muses, ...
