The forest was quiet, but Nova did not trust it.She moved through Bloodmoon territory with steady steps, her boots soft against the damp earth. The night air was cold and heavy with pine. To any wolf watching, she looked calm, loyal, and alert.She had perfected that look.Six years inside the enemy pack. Six years of careful smiles, controlled words, and measured strength. Six years of pretending she belonged here.Nova adjusted the sword strapped to her back and scanned the tree line. Two warriors followed behind her, both younger than her, both laughing softly about something foolish.They trusted her.That was the point.“Anything on the east border?” one of them asked.“Nothing unusual,” Nova replied. Her voice was steady. “But stay sharp. Rogues don’t announce themselves.”The younger wolf nodded quickly. “Yes, Nova.”Respect.She had earned that too.When she first arrived at eighteen, she had acted quiet and obedient. She trained harder than anyone. Fought better than most. T
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