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The wolf growls low in her chest, snarling, teeth bared within the deep shadows of her mind. The hairs on her arms rise. Her pulse spikes, hot and wild, and she freezes. Her instincts scream to run, to defend, to attack, and her breath comes fast and shallow. She can feel the danger thrumming through her veins, the ancient, untamed power scratching at the edges of her control.

“Adeline?” Isla's voice shakes, laced with confusion and concern. “Are you—”

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