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Blood on Sacred Ground

Three of the Ashveil pack's most dangerous enemies lie dead at your feet, and you did not run. The forest has gone silent — every creature within a mile radius has retreated, because something ancient and territorial is moving through the trees toward you. You are covered in blood that belongs to the dead, your pulse is steady, and the carved stone at the center of this clearing is humming against your skin like it recognizes you. The Alpha arrives in thirty seconds, and you have no story that will make this look innocent.