"I need Layla and Austin in my operational den right now," I commanded through the pack communication rune, my voice hard as I gripped a horn of hot blood-wine.I was standing behind the heavy oak desk of my custom training agency, wearing a fine silk-woven white tunic, a charcoal grey leather riding vest, and silver-buckled tracking boots."Good morning, Elite Commander Whitmoor," my rookie scout said, bowing his head at the doorway. I gave him a short nod and pointed toward the inner circle hall.My assistant, Emily, was already waiting with the morning ledger. "The vanguard teams are assembled in the council room, Johnson. Here are the territory tracking reports for this moon cycle.""Thank you, Emily," I said, snatching the parchment. "If the Whitmoor Elders attempt a mind-link from across the borders, route them straight to my stone crystal.""Understood, Elite Commander."After surviving the flesh-weaving rituals at the Silvermoon Healing Lodge and finishing my tactical universi
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