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Chapter Fifty-Six

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The Wolves at the Door

Rissa’s POV

The silence broke first.

A low rustle outside the cabin walls, too heavy to be the wind, too careful to be human. My pulse drummed in my ears as I strained to listen. Every sound—the creak of the old wood, the soft crunch of pine needles outside—seemed louder, sharper.

Mark moved first, his body a dark shadow against the faint starlight leaking through the gaps in the cabin walls. His blade gleamed briefly before vanishing into darkness. Josh stood beside the door, his breathing steady but quiet, his eyes fixed on the window as if he could see through the night.

“They’re circling,” he whispered.

My heart jumped. “How many?”

He shook his head once. “Four. Maybe more. Not human.”

The air grew heavier, thick with the scent of damp fur and something darker—wild, hungry, familiar. I’d known that smell my whole life, but now it carried something colder, something that made every muscle in my body tense.

Mark moved closer to me, his voice low. “Stay behind
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