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... words "Flesh Hunters" left Gale’s lips, my heart didn’t just skip a beat—it seemed to freeze solid in my chest. A cold, primal jolt shot through me, unrelated to any external threat. Inside, my wolf didn’t growl in warning; she recoiled. It was a visceral, instinctive flinch, a desperate, animal urge to forget I had ever heard that term. The reaction was so profound, so unlike anything I’d felt from her before, that it left me disoriented. Why? Why does that name frighten the very core of me? < ...
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