Prologue

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"Lower the anchor! I saw a dorsal fin!" The boat came to a quick but sudden stop and the waves were the only thing breaking the silence. The water was calm yet could turn at any point here in Alaska and the cold Alaskan breeze made breathing difficult. The air felt like sharp crystals in the throat and on the face but they were used to it.

They were the Orca Hunters.

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