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The wolf said nothing. It didn’t have to. The pack already knew.

“Good boy,” he said. “Tomorrow, another wall.”

They took the outer barbican in four minutes. No alarms. No screams long enough to matter. shen's wolf army

Shen’s lips curled into something that was not quite a smile. “That men can be unmade. But a wolf pack? It only grows stronger when you cut it.”

By dawn, the governor’s head hung from the Moon Gate, and every wall in Jinsha bore the same mark: a wolf’s paw print, stamped in soot and blood. Shen’s army had vanished back into the northern forest, leaving behind no prisoners, no parley, no terms. Only silence, and the distant sound of howling—fading, merging with the wind, as if the mountain itself had learned to hunt. The wolf said nothing

Inside the city, a child watching from a window would later tell her mother she saw “ghosts with teeth.” That was the legend Shen wanted. Not a general. Not an army. A nightmare with a pack structure.

“Tonight,” Shen whispered, his voice carrying no further than his lieutenants, “we do not conquer. We remind.” “Good boy,” he said

The first wave did not charge. They flowed—silent, low to the ground, a tide of grey fur and black iron. The wolves led, noses to the wind, sensing fear before the sentries even knew they were afraid. By the time the first guard saw the eyes glowing at the edge of the torchlight, a wolf was already at his throat. And behind that wolf, a soldier with Shen’s brand on his arm—a crescent fang—was already stepping over the body, moving to the next gate.