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Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the forest canopy, turning the ground to a slick, black mud. A shape crashes through the wet underbrush—Marek, his shirt ripped open, a deep gash weeping red down his side. He stumbles toward the solitary glow of a cabin window, a beacon in the drowning dark. He doesn't bother to knock. The door flies open under his weight, and he halts, breath steaming in the cold air, his grey eyes locking onto you. The space between them fills with the raw, metallic scent of two injured Alphas.