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... olf lands—every muscle coiled, every sense blazing. The forest here was different: tangled, rough, its ancient magic still crackling in the air like a storm waiting to break. My boots made no sound on the leaf mold. I wore the witch’s masking charm, but it faded with every mile, every breath, every drop of panic bleeding from her scent.
I stopped at the rim of a dry creek bed, pressing my back into the gnarled roots of an old oak. Below me, tortured earth led into a clearing where wolves ...
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