KaelThe forest didn't feel like my own anymore.Every tree, every rock, every scent trail of the pack should have felt like a map etched into my DNA. But as I sprinted through the undergrowth in my wolf form, my massive paws hitting the frozen earth with a rhythmic, bone-jarring force, the world felt like a poorly rendered painting. The colours were too sharp, the wind felt too cold. Overall, something felt quite off but I couldn’t place my finger around it.I was supposed to be hunting. Or rather, I was trying to outrun the itch inside my skull.Focus, Alpha.Behind me, the pack followed. I could hear the heavy breathing of Drew and the other wolves, their presence a steady thrum in the back of my mind. We were tracking a rogue, a scent that Miller had picked up on the southern border. It was foul and smelled heavy like rotting meat and something else that I couldn’t wrap my head around. It didn't belong to a wolf, and it certainly didn't belong to any witch I’d ever encountered.I
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