The forest around the Nightfall Pack stretches for miles. It's thick, old, and heavy with secrets no wolf alive could guess.
The pines block almost all the moonlight, so the place is dim—just thin lines of silver sneaking through branches. The wind barely stirs, brushing leaves and whispering low.
But it’s not empty out here.
Up on a ridge, looking down on the pack’s lands, stands someone alone.
A woman.
Motionless, cloaked in darkness so deep it’s like the forest made her. From her spot, she can see the pack compound glowing far below.
You’ve got the big pack house, training fields, guard towers, and wolves patrolling the edges.
She watches carefully.
Every guard’s step.
Every shift change.
Every hidden path running through the trees.
A faint smile creeps across her lips.
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