ZaraThe walk back to our small wooden cabin at the edge of the packlands was quiet.Mom walked a half-step ahead, her shoulders tense, her eyes sweeping the dark treeline with sharp, restless paranoia. She returned and kept her arm wrapped tightly around my waist, her hand trembling slightly against my ribcage as if she were afraid I might dissolve into mist if she let go.A guard trailed behind us, his boots thudding heavily on the damp earth, his aura radiating a dark, volatile irritation that made the air feel thick and metallic.Nobody spoke until the heavy door of our cabin clicked shut behind us and we all inspected the place.The moment the bolt slammed into place, the dam broke."Alright," Mom said, turning around immediately. She tossed her dark jacket over the back of a wooden chair, her greying eyebrows pulled tight over eyes that were far too sharp for my liking. "Enough. What is going on, Zara? Zane is dead, and there have been two repeated attacks on the pack."I told y
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