A scream ripped through the night. I bolted upright in bed, my heart already pounding before I even knew why.Smoke hit me first, sharp and choking, then the metallic bite of blood underneath it. Howls echoed across the valley, too many and too close.Our sentries answered, but their voices sounded small, scared even,almost pleading.Mama burst into the room, eyes wide in the firelight. She wore only her nightshift, hair loose and tangled, silver dagger already in her fist.“Aira, get up. Now.” Her voice cracked, just a little.Papa was right behind her, shirtless, the long scar on his ribs catching the glow.He held the ironwood staff he only used when shifting wasn't an option. His gaze darted to the window, shadows moving beyond the glass.“We’re under attack,” he said, calm even as the room seemed to splinter around us. “Kael Draven’s wolves.”Mama knelt in front of me and took my face in both hands. Her fingers were freezing, trembling just enough to make my stomach knot.“Listen
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