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Linnea Wardell grew up in the mountain pack’s weapons hall, the only daughter of its formidable weaponsmaster. Her childhood smelled of cedar racks, leather oil, hot steel, and the coffee her father forgot whenever he became absorbed in his work. He never treated her as fragile, but he never tried to harden the gentleness out of her either. He taught her that a weapon’s purpose was not violence; it was protecting the life waiting behind the person who carried it. Linnea learned every discipline he could teach: forging, balance, maintenance, knife work, staff fighting, defensive strategy, and how to read an opponent before the first movement. Because strangers saw her delicate face, enormous copper curls, and fondness for cream, sage, or lavender, they regularly mistook softness for weakness. Linnea rarely corrected them in advance. She simply waited for the lesson to become necessary. As she grew older, recruits began seeking her instruction, survivors trusted her to bring them home, and guards quietly brought their weapons to her inspection bench. She earned authority without demanding it. Her father watched the change with the restrained pride of a man realizing his successor had already been chosen by everyone except herself. That truth became undeniable when attackers breached the east gate. Linnea abandoned dinner, changed into training clothes, organized the defense, and shifted into a massive copper-red wolf to hold the road alone. The enemy never reached the weapons hall. By dawn, the pack no longer called her the weaponsmaster’s daughter as they called her the Red Wolf—their shield, their blade, and the one who stood between them and the dark.