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Roman The rain wouldn't stop falling. I kept moving, walking a path through the wet underbrush while Dahlia stayed close behind me. My jacket swallowed her whole but she didn't complain about it, didn't complain about the cold either or the mud sucking at her boots with every step. For someone who spent most of her time being dramatic about everything, she knew when to shut up and move. I'd give her that much. My ears were locked onto every sound in those trees. Every move of a branch. Every shift in the wet air. My hand hadn't left my weapon since we stepped out of the cabin. My wolf was restless, snapping at every shadow moving between the trunks like something was already out there watching us. Maybe something was. We were about a mile out, closing in on where the logging trail met the edge of the neutral territory, when I felt my thigh vibrate. I stopped immediately. Stand back. Dahlia froze behind me without a sound, her eyes wide under the hood of my jacket. Good girl.