Griffen's Point of View I move through the forest without hurry, letting my pace match the rhythm of the land. The trees here grow close together, their trunks thick and scarred, branches interlacing overhead until the light thins to a dull green haze. This is the first spot, the inward curve of the border where the terrain does half the work for an attacker. I slow as I approach, every step deliberate. The ground dips subtly, just enough to hide movement from the usual patrol lines. Ferns and low brush grow thick here, their scent sharp and wet beneath my boots. I crouch down, pressing my fingers into the soil. It has been disturbed recently, not enough to raise alarm, but enough to tell a story. Something heavy passed through, careful but not careful enough. I close my eyes and breathe in. Pine. Damp earth. And beneath it all, something familiar that makes my stomach twist. Lycans. It is faint, days old at least, but it lingers like a ghost. Not Maddox himself, he neve
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