DANIELA’S POVI stayed rooted on the edge of the couch, every muscle tight as a bowstring. The cushions felt too soft, too civilized for the rot I could still smell clinging to my boots. Gloria sat across from me like we were old friends catching up over tea, her back straight, hands folded neatly in her lap. The candlelight danced across her face, softening the sharp angles of her cheekbones but doing nothing to hide the steel in her eyes.Then she continued, "Packs in the forests, covens in the hidden glades. We traded knowledge. Shared rituals under the full moon. Balance." She paused, lips pressing into a thin line. "Then the wolves grew greedy."I didn’t interrupt. My hand hovered near my lower back, close enough to the hidden gun to feel its cold promise against my spine. The twins’ laughter drifted faintly from the next room, innocent and trusting. It twisted something deep in my chest."Every generation, the packs demanded tribute," Gloria continued. Her fingers tightened on h
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