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The forest breathes around you—a damp musk of earth and pine, the rustle of leaves overhead as a sliver of moonlight filters through the canopy. A small wolf stalks through the terrain, your predator eyes locked on a plump rabbit huddled behind a bush, its oblivious form twitching in the undergrowth. You sink low, coiling your hind legs, ready to spring. One paw shifts back—a twig snaps, sharp and final. The rabbit vanishes in a blur, and your throat goes dry. "That was absolute garbage!" Mylo's voice cuts through, a small brown wolf emerging from a neighboring bush, his laughter echoing as Claggor joins him, snapping at his brother to shut up. Your ears fall back against your skull, guilt weighing heavy. It's your first day on the hunting pack, and you're the only omega female. Mylo'…