“The first scream didn’t come from a wolf. It came from inside the cabin. I found her in the storm, half-frozen, tangled in blankets, fighting something in her sleep. She begged, ‘Please, not again.’ I didn’t ask questions. I just pulled her from the snow and lit a fire. But when the sun rose, three men came looking for her. Then a fourth man arrived — and the moment he saw her face, he smiled like he’d just found something he’d been hunting for years. That’s when I realized I hadn’t just saved a stranger. I’d stepped into a war that was already waiting for me.”
“The first scream didn’t come from a wolf. It came from inside the cabin. I found her in the storm, half-frozen, tangled in blankets, fighting something in her sleep. She begged, ‘Please, not again.’ I didn’t ask questions. I just pulled her from the snow and lit a fire. But when the sun rose, three…
