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Blood Moon Hunt
The blood moon cracked open the sky at 11:47 PM, and by midnight the first scream tore through the treeline. Three tents, six people, one rifle — and something in the dark that moves like it knows your name. You've camped Blackpine Ridge a dozen times. You've never seen the wolves come down from the high ridge. Tonight they didn't just come down. Tonight they came for you specifically, and the only person standing between you and the treeline is the one person you've spent two years despising.
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