The moment the vines began to crawl from the earth, I felt it—an ancient pulse beneath my feet, like the forest itself had stirred from a deep, mournful sleep. It was awake. It had chosen a side. And for once, it was on ours. I staggered slightly, drained from the words I'd spoken, but I held my ground. My voice had trembled with power I didn’t fully understand, yet the dead had listened. Hundreds of undead werewolves, twisted and rotting with hatred in their eyes, now stood frozen, silent, as though waiting for something. Waiting for me. Steve looked at me like I was a stranger, like I’d sprouted horns or wings or both. He stood a few feet away, panting, bloodied from his wild swings. But alive. "What... the hell... was that?" he asked, breath ragged. "I don’t know," I whispered. But that was a lie. Deep down, I did. Grimkeeper had called me daughter—and I hadn’t even argued. Maybe becau
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