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THE BLEEDING WOODS

~TATE'S POV~

The forest was screaming.

Not literally...though with the way things were going, I wouldn't have been surprised....but psychically. The air around the Packhouse vibrated with a high-pitched frequency that made my teeth ache.

"Do you feel that?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

Mathias stood by the window, staring out at the tree line. The morning fog was thick, curling around the trunks like grey fingers.

"The perimeter wards are fluctuating," he said, his voice tight. "Something is pressing against them. Not an attack. Pressure."

"It feels like panic," I whispered.

Silas burst into the room without knocking. "You need to see this. The North Gate."

We moved fast. The corridors of the Packhouse felt emptier with twenty-three wolves gone, but the silence wasn't peaceful. It was the silence of a house holding its breath.

When we reached the North Gate, I stopped cold.

It wasn't an army.

Crowded against the magical barrier were dozens of creatures. Fae with win
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