Dawn came slow and gray. The mist clung to the trees like breath, heavy and unmoving, muffling even the birds.Damien stood at the northern border where the forest broke into the ridge, the faint scent of iron and rot still lingering from last night’s patrol.Every sense was stretched thin. His wolf paced just beneath his skin, ears pricked, waiting. Nothing moved. But that was exactly what worried him.“Anything?” he asked quietly.Luther, his head tracker, shook his head. “No new scents. But something’s off, Alpha. The ground’s… cold.”“Cold?” Damien crouched, pressing his palm into the soil. He felt it a faint vibration, unnatural. Like something buried was humming beneath the surface. The pulse came in waves, deep and rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat beneath the earth.“Witchcraft,” Luther muttered, baring his teeth.“Not just that.” Damien straightened. “This is a marker. A focus point.”His w
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