"We are not staying to fight twenty elite hunters," Dante said flatly. "That is suicide.""For normal wolves, yes." My grandmother moved through the cabin with surprising speed for her age, gathering items I couldn't identify. "But you are not normal wolves. She is Silvermoon. You are Mafia Alpha. And I am a wolf who survived three assassination attempts and a pack war. Twenty hunters are manageable.""Manageable?" Mara's voice was incredulous. "With all due respect, elder, we have four security wolves, two Alphas, and an untrained manifestation. Against twenty trained killers with silver weapons. Those odds are terrible.""Those odds assume traditional combat." The old woman pulled weapons from hidden compartments—blades, spelled objects, things that hummed with power I didn't understand. "But Silvermoon doesn't fight traditionally. We fight smart. We use terrain, psychology, and power that normal wolves cannot match."She looked at me directly. "Your training until now has been abou
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