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About twenty minutes later, headlights cut through the fog.
Mara’s shivering had stopped—never a good sign.
Her consciousness flickered like a dying flame.
The truck that pulled to a stop was familiar.
Caleb Hartman had come back.
He stepped out slowly and surveyed the scene.
A ring of wolves around Mara’s body.
Not feeding.
Not attacking.
Guarding.
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