Is Silas Crowe telling us the truth?"The veteran Pack Enforcer leaned forward, the shadows of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ making his features look like carved granite. I stood by the door, my medical kit heavy against my hip, watching the exchange. Silas’s youngest daughter, a pup barely ten winters old, had been the one to whisper the secret. She was trembling, huddled in a corner of the interrogation room, her eyes wide with a terror that no child—human or wolf—should ever know."I just did what I was told," Silas stammered, his voice cracking like dry wood. "I started the fire at the Bloodroot Farmstead. I didn't know the healers were inside. I swear on the Great Luna.""You swear on the Luna while your hands are stained with Quinn blood?" I stepped into the light, my voice cold and sharp as a scalpel. I was Dr. Jack Quinn, the last of a bloodline that had been hunted for decades, and I had no patience for the excuses of a coward. "The farmstead wasn't just a building, Silas. it
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