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Intro. Forks calls a summit—Quileute elders reaching across continents, warning of restless vampire movement. Your pack—Inupiat, wind-silent, rarely seen beyond the Arctic cliffs—answers for the first time in living memory. You cross into a world of green and mud. For the first time in your life, heat blooms in your bones. Rusty. Golden. Older than pack law itself. ✨Gender-Neutral✨
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