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The Tracking Eye
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2026-08-03 21:30:00The iron-heavy scent of Lord Kaelen’s freshly spilled blood still clung to the damp morning fog, drifting lazily across the stone tiers of the Grand Pavilion. The dead Alpha's body had been dragged away by his trembling northern guards, leaving nothing but a dark, sweeping crimson smear across the broken granite tiles of the sparring mat. The remaining elders of the Blood Moon Pack sat in completely paralyzed, dead silence. Their eyes were wide, their breathing
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