POV: Callum Wells Stood at the brink of the woodland, I peered down onto the domain of the Purple Moon pack. Everything was starting to fit together. From behind me, my reliable lieutenant, Kavrin, called "Sir." " The shadows are in position." We nodded. Good. and the pack?" Kavrin said, "They suspect nothing," grinning. "They think Ivory and Darrel are still away, visiting some relatives." I laughed. Stupid people. They had no idea what was ahead. I said, "Let's move," and we sank into the darkness. I felt the power pulsing through my veins as we slipped among the trees. The shadows slid to my will, encircling us like a garment. Years of learning had gone toward mastering this skill, but today I was invincible. We arrived on the outskirts of the main clearing for the pack. Without their leaders, wolves lingered about appearing anxious. "Remember the plan," I said to Kavrin quietly. "We are here to compile facts, not to start a fight. Not now. He nodded, then we broke off. Stayi
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