28 Years Ago — The Sands of Aswan, Egypt The desert sun was merciless, but Vivienne Stone barely noticed. Her focus was on the woman lying before her—bloodied, trembling, and very much in labor. Around them, members of her missionary team stood frozen in shock, none knowing what to do. But Vivienne… she moved with purpose. The woman’s name was Sekhmet, a name that carried weight even in whispers. Her dark eyes burned with pain and determination. Vivienne had found her barely alive outside the ruins, her body weak but cradling the swell of life within her. Her people—an ancient and peaceful pack known only in myth—had been hunted and massacred by poachers. Vivienne could still see the tracks. Blood had soaked into the sand. Sekhmet’s pack had lived in harmony with the desert for generations. They were of a sacred bloodline, direct descendants of the primal wolves who had once guarded the pharaohs. Shapeshifters. Guardians. Bound by an oath never to harm a human soul—because they ha
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