Chapter 10: Fire at the gas station

Chapter 10: Fire at the gas station

The necklace around my neck pulsed faintly, a constant reminder of the mate I was tracking. It had been pointing east for two days straight, offering no more information than the direction I needed to follow. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep me moving.

I leaned against the metal post outside a run-down gas station, exhaustion settling deep in my bones. The human world was polluted, its air thick with gasoline, asphalt, and chemicals that clung to my skin. It was nothing like the crisp, clean air of White Stone Pack. The longer I stayed outside our lands, the more I craved the quiet of the forest, the grounding presence of home.

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