Darrian's POV
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The moon hung low, heavy and blood-tinged, casting long shadows over the Black Fang camp. I stood alone on the hill overlooking the eastern border, my hands clasped behind my back, the wind tugging at the dark cloak around my shoulders.
This war shouldn't have mattered. She shouldn't have mattered.
And yet she did.
The she-wolf of Bloodmoon.
A mystery, a threat-and something else I couldn't name. No one knew her face, not even my spies. She had risen from nothing, from ash and ruin, to become Alpha of one of the most cursed packs in the territory. And now she stood between me and total dominance of the eastern border.
I should've seen this as another conquest. Another opponent to crush. But something about this fight didn't sit right.
"You're out here late," Ron
