The town square clock struck eleven-thirty.Sun high, no clouds—mocking the darkness coming. Willow Creek people gathered nervously—sheriff closed streets, families hidden. Everyone knew: the Blackthorn pack was coming for the Silverfang girl. No one wanted innocent blood.Kael stood in the middle of the square, silver eyes scanning the tree line. Shirt off—wounds bandaged roughly, scars old and new bare. Show strength. Show no fear.Liora stood beside him, hand in his tight. Eyes red, cried out. Ethan safe, hidden far with Grace and heavy guard.Elara was on the other side—claws partially out, face pale but fierce. First time standing as a proud Silverfang.Dax stayed a little back, gun ready. Town volunteers, few—sheriff, hunters—circled loosely.Noon.Howls rose, distant—then close.Blackthorn poured from the woods—eighty strong, not a hundred. Still too many.Leader in front—Thorne Black. Huge man, black fur partially shifted, eyes gold and cruel. Old scar on neck from a Silverfan
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