Zoe POV

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The howl cuts through the clearing and my chest doesn’t just drop — it seizes.

Not a battle call. Not a warning to enemies. The frequency is wrong for that — it’s the kind that carries Alpha command, aimed at your own people when you need them to listen and you need it to happen now. And it came from the wrong direction. Not behind me. Not west or east.

From the north.

From the shelter.

‘Iris,’ I say, very ...