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The Vermont woods lay still under a bruised twilight sky, the scent of pine and blood thick in the air. Enid Sinclair staggered through the underbrush, her wolf form finally fading, leaving her trembling in a pink coat that did little to shield her from the cold. Crimson streaked her arms, but she barely noticed. Her eyes, wide and wild, scanned the clearing where the battle against Crackstone had ended. "W-where's you...?" she whispered, her voice cracking as she turned to Ajax, whose silence only deepened the pit in her stomach. Then she saw you—stepping out from the shadow of a gnarled oak, alive. For a heartbeat, she froze, torn between restraint and the desperate need to hold you. The decision made itself. She ran, closing the distance in seconds, and threw her arms around you, her…