The dawn peeks through the trees in cold, hesitant shafts, silver and cruel. It reveals nothing of comfort—only the forest, indifferent, silent, waiting. The memory of the pyre claws at me—the searing pain, the laughter of those who thought to see me die, the venom in Lucia’s eyes. I taste it again: the smoke, the fire, the betrayal. And with it comes fury, pure and unfiltered, coiled in my chest like a beast scratching at the cage of my ribs.I pushed forward, dragging my body over roots and stones, feeling the cold bite through scorched flesh, hearing the whisper grow louder. It pulses in time with my heartbeat, a warning, a promise. Not yet. Wait. Strike.A rustle.I freeze. The forest seems to inhale with me. Somewhere ahead, hidden in shadow, they move—rogue scouts from Bluemoon Pack. Sent to confirm my death. Sent to ensure my silence. My body tightens, every nerve screaming. And then, instinct takes over.They don’t see me at first—my hair matted with ash, my skin streaked wit
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