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Sometimes the dead don't need to rise to start a war. All they need to do is be remembered.
Lucian was not a man who scared easily, but tonight, fear sat heavy in his chest like a stone. He stood alone in the war room of the Crescent Moon Pack's main hall, pacing slowly around the table. His hands were behind his back, his jaw tight.
He stared do