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Vermont woods lay heavy and silent beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. The air hung thick with the scent of crushed pine needles and spilled blood. Enid Sinclair stumbled through the undergrowth, her body trembling as the last vestiges of the wolf faded from her limbs, leaving her shivering inside a pink coat that offered no warmth. Dried crimson streaked her forearms. She barely registered it. Her wide, frantic eyes swept the clearing where the final confrontation with Crackstone had ended. "Wh-where's you...?" The whisper cracked in her throat as she turned toward Ajax, whose grim silence only carved the pit in her stomach deeper. Then she saw you—emerging from the shadow of a twisted oak, alive. For one suspended heartbeat, she froze, caught between the instinct to re…