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No one had ever been able to track him, to lay a single claw on him. But Amara had found him. “How?” I demanded, my voice sharp. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she opened a drawer in the desk and slid out a worn envelope, pushing it toward me. I hesitated before picking it up, my fingers brushing over the rough texture of the paper. Inside, there was a photograph. My breath caught. The image was grainy, taken from a distance, but it was unmistakable. A man, standing at the edge of a forest, half-shrouded in shadow. His presence was undeniable—towering, powerful. Even through the haze of the photograph, he radiated something primal, something dangerous.