The forest was alive. Every rustle, every shadow, every scent carried warning and opportunity. My bare feet sank into the frost-hardened earth as I stumbled forward, silver mark glowing faintly on my wrist. The rogue wolves had sensed me the moment I stepped beyond the boundaries of the Nightfang Pack. I had expected fangs, snarls, and the taste of blood in my mouth.What I didn’t expect was reverence.A low growl rumbled from the first wolf that emerged from the mist. His coat was dark as midnight, eyes glowing amber, teeth bared. My wolf pressed against mine in warning, claws flexing, ready to fight.The rogue lunged.Instinct screamed. I tensed, ready to dodge, ready to fight, ready to survive.And then it stopped.Its paws sank to the ground. Its fangs stayed bared but the growl faded, replaced with a low whine of acknowledgment.I blinked, confused, heart hammering.One by one, the others emerged. Each stronger, larg
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