CarsonThe old Phi Umbra house loomed in the morning light, its paint peeled, its porch sagging. My men were spread where I wanted them, rings of wolves disguised as students, others crouched in the brush, waiting for my signal. The air was too still, like the world knew what was about to happen.“Movement,” Willis whispered through comms.The doors creaked open. Dhampirs stepped out, their boots deliberate, their weapons slung low. Five at first. Then ten. Then twenty. My stomach knotted. They weren’t scouting. They were forming up, disciplined as soldiers.“They know we’re here,” I muttered.Rifles snapped up, and silver cracked across the lawn. The first volley ripped through leaves, bark, and flesh. Hector screamed as a round tore his shoulder open, smoke rising from the wound. The scent of burning fur hit the air.“Shift!” I bellowed.My wolves answered. Bones cracked, jaws lengthened, claws flashed. Half-shifted, they were stronger, faster, ready to rip. The Alpha surge rolled t
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