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Days passed after the attack, and the pack was on high alert ever since. The pack house was now guarded day and night, like a fortress protecting a sacred treasure. The name of the curse, Virmoth, was whispered in hushed tones almost everywhere I turned, and only the pack's most trusted members were allowed to step foot inside its sanctified boundaries.
A restriction had been placed on any outsider entering the territory, and over the next few days, several rogues were sighted along the mountains, although they never dared to enter the Shadowclaw territory. Every night, I would often watch Ethan and the others gather outside the house and discuss their plans for the night patrol in hushed tones. Ethan would then shift along with the others, and they would charge into the forest, pat
