The snow fell heavier now, dusting the rogue camp in a pale, unbroken blanket. Every branch sagged under its weight, and the forest felt quieter than usual, almost too quiet, as if it were holding its breath.I stood near the central fire, the light flickering against my face, illuminating the tension in my jaw. The injured wolf from Red Hollow had been stabilized, and while his condition was not life-threatening, his words had left a shadow that clung tightly around the camp.Tarek approached, his boots crunching softly on the snow. “Elara…” His voice was low, cautious. “He knows exactly who you are.”I didn’t answer immediately. My gaze swept across the camp. Wolves moved with a careful rhythm, some repairing shelters, others sharpening weapons, carrying supplies, or quietly preparing for tomorrow. But the ease of movement felt like a veneer, thin and fragile, masking the storm that had begun to gather.“He’s not just testing boundaries anymore,” I finally said. “He’s hunting a targ
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