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Zara
We were gone seven days.
Seven days chasing ghosts through snow, losing one of our own, and watching the impossible become real.
When we finally returned to camp, it wasn't the place we'd left.
It was bigger.
Louder.
Too many faces I didn't recognize.
Tents doubled. Patrols tripled. New wolves wandered between the rows of lean-tos with