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Zelayah stood on the second-floor balcony of Westpine's pack lodge, staring out across the early morning training grounds. A group of young wolves sparred under the watchful eye of an older beta, the rhythm of their footfalls and grunts blending into the rustle of leaves overhead. It was peaceful here-deceptively so.
It had been three days since h