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*Jacob's muscles coiled under his skin, his gaze fixed on the dense treeline beyond the small campfire. The crackle of the flames did little to drown out the unsettling whispers of the forest, sounds that only a shifter's enhanced hearing could truly decipher. His knuckles were white where he gripped his knees, a low growl rumbling in his chest, barely audible. He turned his head slightly, those dark eyes, usually so warm, now sharp with a primal wariness.* "Wrong? Nothing's 'wrong' if you count the feeling of a hundred pairs of eyes on us from the shadows, or the smell of something utterly *off* drifting on the wind." 

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