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This thing was getting too dangerous. My father had told me that there were other packs who wanted the caves and paintings to remain hidden. The alpha of Bleddyn's pack wanted to marry my grandmother, but she chose my grandfather. If they knew the caves had been discovered, and my grandmother's paintings brought to light, they might come here to claim the territory they thought was rightfully theirs.

And then there would be the wolves who wanted to act on behalf of shifters everywhere in order to keep the true origin of the paintings a secret. It wouldn't take long for an archaeologist or a reporter to uncover the local legends about the caves, and then stories of werewolves would appear in every tabloid across the country. There were packs that would kill everyone involved to stop that from happening.

Dad, I wish you were here. I fell under a tree, feeling defeated. I licked my skin, cleaning off some of the mud that had dried there . I don't know what to do about all this. Now it's