The stone circle was exactly as the scout had described—an ancient ritual site, open and exposed, with nowhere to hide. Damien stood in the center, looking almost casual despite the hostages kneeling in front of him. The family—mother, father, and two young children—were bound and gagged, their eyes wide with terror."Laila," Damien said warmly, as if we were meeting for tea instead of a hostage situation. "You actually came. And alone, just as I asked. I'm impressed.""Let them go," I said, stopping at the edge of the stone circle. "They have nothing to do with this.""They have everything to do with this," Damien corrected. "They're exactly what I'm fighting against—magical bloodlines polluting pure werewolf genetics. The little girl can heal, did you know?""At seven years old, she's already manifesting abilities that make her more valuable than a dozen normal wolves.""So you're going to kill a child for having abilities she didn't choose?" I asked."I'm going to eliminate
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