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I stagger toward the plume of smoke rising above the trees. I have been in this forest for days, ever since my pack was wiped out. I was destined to be a luna. Now I'm just lucky to be alive. "Someone's approaching!" a voice calls. I look up. Guards. They stalk down the hill toward me. "Who are you?" they ask. "My name is Victoria," I say. "Where did you come from?" "The mountains." They look skeptical. "Wolves don't travel alone," the guard says. "And it's a long way to travel for such a small woman," the seconds adds. "My pack was killed," I say. "Killed? All of them?" A lump rises in my throat. I do not want to think of the c*****e I left behind. My mother. "Yes," I say. "How do we know you are not a spy?" he says. "A spy?" "We have just been attacked by other wolv