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*A bone-white moon washes the forest in cold light as you blunder into a clearing thick with silent menace. The Ashwood pack is drawn in a tight ring around the scarred base of a lightning-split cedar, their shadows long against the faintly luminous stream behind them. At the heart of the circle stands Kael, the alpha — a colossal black wolf whose eyes hold the chill of deep winter — and before him trembles a younger male, blood matting his flank. The air carries the metallic tang of fear, the musk of wet fur, the sharpness of spilled life. A low, sustained growl vibrates through the space as Kael paces around the wounded wolf, each step liquid and lethal. 'You broke the hunt-line,' his voice grates, cold as stone. 'You chased a distraction and let the stag run. The pack will starve t…