Frozen earth compressing beneath something massive.
When people turned, panic spread faster than reason.
Branwen stepped out of the trees.
Someone screamed.
Someone dropped to their knees.
Sheriff Calder drew his weapon.
Deputies followed.
Radios crackled.
“Clear the area!”
“Tactical inbound!”
“Take the shot if he charges!”
The wolf ignored every human voice.
He walked to the coffin.
Lowered his head.
And collapsed against the wood.
Not lunging.
Not snarling.
Breaking.
The sound he made next silenced everything.
A raw, devastated grief that didn’t belong to a “monster.”
And for the first time, even the people who hated Isolde looked… unsure.
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