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connected the corners. “It’s their symbol” someone said. I was too transfixed on the cap to see who. I had no idea who they were. I looked up and saw a skeptical expression on Wolf’s face. Before anyone could say anything else, a high pitched shriek echoed around the clearing. It was definitely the voice of a man, yet seemed to me to at the time to be the most inhuman sound that I had ever heard. The Wolf Pack reflexively drew their myriad of weapons with blinding speed. “It came from over there,” said Franklin as he pointed to a fallen pine tree beyond the ruined cabin. We cautiously proceeded towards the tree. Unarmed as I was, I proceeded a little slower than the others. The pine was large, almost
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