Because grief doesn’t turn gentle guardians into mindless killers overnight.
But the town didn’t want truth.
It wanted relief.
And relief, in places like Pineveil, usually comes in the shape of a trigger.
What no one knew — except Isolde before she died — was that Branwen had been holding something back for years.
A younger wolf.
A rival.
A shadow waiting for weakness.
The truth revealed itself on Frostcrow Ridge…
where whiteout wind swallowed sound, and bullets started to echo.
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