Blood Calls BloodThe morning air was heavy with smoke and damp earth.Elena walked among her scattered warriors, checking on injuries, distributing orders, her mind elsewhere. The camp had survived the night, barely, but survival came at a price. Her twins clung to her, their tiny hands gripping her fingers tightly. Even in sleep, they radiated power. Even in innocence, they were deadly.She felt it before she saw it — the shift in their energy.One twin, the golden-marked one, stirred and lifted its small head. The pupils glowed faintly, tracking something beyond her vision. Her heart tightened. She recognized the pull. It was Damien.The twin’s tiny body tensed and leaned forward, reaching instinctively toward the distant figure of the alpha across the clearing. Every instinct in Elena screamed, warning her — the bond was waking early, faster than she anticipated.The other twin, the silver-marked one, shrieked and twisted away violently, flinching as if a dagger had pierced its
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