The Wolves Howl Amid the Mountains and Rivers

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Life is a journey. Whether the scenery along the way is beautiful and idyllic or full of deceit and betrayal, you decide where it ends. Would you risk life and limb for your brothers, only to be trampled by the world time and again? Can you change the kindness you can't shake? Is being ruthless the only way to stand your ground?

Prologue

The north wind howled. An old man with snow-white hair sat alone on a rock in the mountains, hunched over and trembling as he pulled a bundle from his pocket. Nine snow-white wolves surrounded him. The pack did not attack the old man; they seemed more like warriors guarding him. He opened the bundle in his hands and took out several photographs. He murmured to himself as if catching up with an old friend, laughing as he spoke. Suddenly, a blood wolf howled, and the other wolves howled too. Their cries echoed through the valley.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.