The carved wolf dug into my palm when I opened my eyes.For a moment, I lay still in the darkness, staring at the ceiling while dread settled over my chest.Today.The full moon would rise tonight. Everything we had prepared for. Everything we had feared. Everything would come to a head before dawn returned.I sat up slowly and looked down at the small wooden wolf resting in my hand. The edges were worn smooth from months of carrying it. My father's final gift. My reminder. My promise.Outside my window, the sky was still black. Dawn hadn't arrived yet. Neither had peace.I dressed quickly in dark clothes and strapped my blade to my thigh. The metal felt cold against my skin.When I stepped into the hallway, the pack house was unnaturally quiet. Not asleep. Waiting. The silence felt heavier than any howl.---The main hall was dimly lit. A few wolves moved through the shadows, checking weapons, exchanging quiet words, preparing for whatever came next.At the center of the room stood K
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