Elara's POVI smelled them before I saw them, Freya first. That familiar mix of cedar and something faintly floral, the kind of scent you stopped noticing after years of sharing a dorm room until the moment it came at you from the wrong direction in the wrong place. Then Nyx, earthy and warm, close behind.I slowed at the tree line and shifted back before I stepped through. My clothes were still on, barely, the way they always were when the shift happened fast and with enough intention behind it. I moved forward on two legs, pushing branches aside, following the pull of their scents deeper into the dark.And then I saw them.They were tied to separate trees, a few feet apart, rope looped around their wrists and across their shoulders, holding them upright against the bark. Not unconscious. Not bleeding. But still in a way that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise, their heads bowed low, their wolves pressed down by something I couldn't name from here.I moved toward them without
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