Chapter Fifty-One: Shadows and Storms Snow fell in fine, whispering flakes as dawn bled into the pine-shrouded lands of Shadowstorm. The air was cold enough to sting the lungs, but Raven barely felt it as she moved along the southern border with Luca and Kael, Thorne and two of his wolves flanking the ridge above them, watchful and silent. It had been days since Kael returned, battered but alive, carrying warnings of The Wraith’s approach. Since then, the pack had shifted into disciplined preparation: training drills in the snow, border patrols running on rotating shifts, weapons checked and rechecked, the scent of pine and steel filling the compound. Shadowstorm was ready, and Raven could feel it. They moved in silence, the only sounds the soft crunch of snow under boots and the distant caw of a raven overhead. Raven’s senses were stretched outward, Shadow humming quietly within her, alert, patient, and waiting. Luca lifted a hand suddenly, signaling them to stop. His head tilte
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