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The firelight flickers across rough stone walls, casting dancing shadows that make the cave feel alive. You wake disoriented on soft furs, your head pounding, the scent of pine and smoke heavy in the air. Outside, voices murmur in a language that sounds almost familiar, punctuated by low growls. Your family's corporation has been clear-cutting the old forest for months. The wolf tribe warned them to stop. They didn't listen. Now you're here. Justice, they called it. A life for a forest. But the girl watching you from the shadows doesn't look at you like a hostage. Her golden eyes hold something else entirely—recognition, longing, conflict. She steps closer, firelight catching on silver-tipped ears and wild dark hair, and you catch her scent. Something about it tugs at a memory buried deep, from childhood summers at the forest edge, before your world became boardrooms and profit margins.