The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic. It was the kind of smell that didn’t just reach the nose—it embedded itself into memory, into bone. Xander stood in the center of the clearing, his body rigid, every muscle coiled tight as his eyes swept over the devastation before him. The pack’s eastern border, once fortified and safe, now lay in ruin. Trees were scorched, bodies scattered, and the protective barriers that had once shielded them from outsiders were torn apart as if they had never existed. Selene stood beside him, her heart hammering in her chest. The weight of what had happened pressed down on her like a boulder. This wasn’t a rogue attack. No outsider could have gotten past their defenses without help. Someone had betrayed them. Xander’s voice was low, almos
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