“Florin!” Trevor calls as he walks through the Forest Guardians camp, a Rottweiler hybrid trailing behind him. The Forest Guardians camp was bustling with activity, the hybrids moving from one task to another. The camp itself was in the middle of a clearing with towering sycamore trees surroundin...

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