ELARA'S POVI run through the trees. The folder is tucked under my arm, pressed against my chest. I can't risk losing it. Can't risk anyone finding it. This is everything. Names, dates, connections, every piece of information Ronan has gathered over the past weeks. I hold it like it's keeping me alive.The forest is dark. The moon is high. My feet know the path. They've run it a hundred times before. I don't slow down. I don't look back. I just run.When I reach the edge of the trees, I stop. Listen. Nothing. Just the wind and the distant sound of the pack settling for the night.I shift back. My bones crack. My fur recedes. My skin is cold against the night air. I crouch down, reaching for the bundle I left here earlier. A long gown. Dark blue. Simple. I pull it over my head. The fabric falls past my knees.I hide the folder inside my gown, pressing it flat against my stomach. No one will see it. No one will know.I pull out a small mirror. Check my face. Wipe away the dirt. Run my f
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