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The first silver edge of the moon had barely risen when the forest answered.A low tremor passed through the ground beneath Ayla’s boots subtle, almost like a heartbeat traveling through soil instead of flesh. She didn’t move. She didn’t panic. But her senses sharpened instantly. The night air shifted temperature, coolness threading through her lungs with a metallic sharpness that hadn’t been there moments ago.Kael felt it too.His posture changed not dramatic, not loud. Just instinctive. His shoulders squared, chin lifting slightly as his wolf stirred beneath his skin. Midnight-black power coiled in his veins, restless but disciplined.“This isn’t normal,”