raining. Each rustle of leaves and snap of twigs seemed like a warning, a reminder that danger lurked

read across the wooden table. His brow was furrowed

he said as soon a

sked, pouring herse

ng the pack's land. There's been unusual activity-rogue wolves spotted

You think it's connected t

is too perfect. You start unlocking your powers, and suddenly,

I, Caleb? Every time I think I'm startin

more-something rare. I've heard stories about wolves born with ancient bloodlines, tie

mory, speaking cryptic words about her destiny. "Why would any

. "They'll see you as a threat-o

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s, about the stories they used to tell her when she was a child. They had always spoken of her as some

answers-real answers. And there was only one place she could think of to start

les of curses. But Elena couldn't let fear hold her back. If t

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e forest, surrounded by dense vegetation and treacherous terrain. As they walke

re you sure about this? The ruins aren

d. "If I'm going to fight whatever'

Elena was stubborn, but there was a new determinati

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ins of the packhouse stood tall against the rising sun, its stone walls covered in vines an

ense of foreboding settled over them. The shadows seemed

his hand on her sho

swers she sought were waiting. But as she ventured deeper into the ruins, she couldn

ng to let her lea

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