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The forest was unusually silent, the usual chorus of birds and rustling leaves replaced by an oppressive stillness. Abby stood at the edge of the clearing, her gaze fixed on the horizon where dark clouds loomed, mirroring the turmoil within the Pack.
Marla approached, her footsteps barely making a sound on the damp earth. "Scouts report increased