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The Black Forest did not merely contain trees; it held secrets wrapped in perpetual shadow and mist. For centuries, the werewolf clans avoided its depths, whispering tales of ancient horrors that slept beneath the roots. But to a reckless, hot-blooded teenager like Damien Logan Blackwood, heir to the fierce Frostwolf Lineage, the forest was nothing more than a dare.
"If you don't make it to the weeping willow and back, Blackwood, you're nothing but a pup!" the mocking laughter of his peers echoed in his mind.
Damien had run. He had run straight into an ambush of rogue wolves and razor-sharp thorns that shredded his flesh. Now, he lay crumpled against the damp earth, the metallic tang of his own blood filling his nose. Every breath felt like hot glass in his lungs. His vision blurred, darkening at the edges. *Is this how the future Alpha King dies?* he thought bitterly, unable to lift his hand. His heartbeat slowed, a fading drum in the quiet woods.
Suddenly, the heavy silence of the forest broke. Soft, hesitant footsteps crunched on the dry leaves. Through the haze of his failing sight, Damien saw a girl. She looked to be near his age, with wide, ethereal eyes and an aura that thrummed with a strange, undiscovered energy. It was Dahlia Evie Thorne, the hidden daughter of the nearby Bloodmoon Ascendancy.
Dahlia gasped, dropping to her knees beside the bleeding boy. "Oh gods... you're barely breathing."
She looked around frantically, knowing that her clan would punish her if she was caught helping an outsider specially a Frostwolf. But her heart wouldn't let her leave him to die. Dahlia possessed a secret, a strange and miraculous power she had never shared with her ruthless clan: her touch could bless water with absolute healing.
Clutched in her trembling hands was a small clay jar filled with pure mountain spring water. She closed her eyes, focusing her energy. A faint, silver light glowed from her fingertips, bleeding into the clay and warming the water wit