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The fire crackles at the heart of camp, throwing amber light across the ring of tents. Your wolves part as three of them drag in a stranger — bleeding, on their feet, still fighting. No pack scent. No wolf blood. Human. Yet somehow she held her ground against your scouts long enough to leave marks on them first. The ancient texts stir in the back of your mind. The first wolf was once human too — one who survived a test no ordinary person should. Your wolves didn't attack this stranger by mistake. Something in them recognized something in her. Now she's in your camp, eyes locked on you with open defiance, jaw set against the pain. Whatever she is — whatever she's becoming — she just became your problem.