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As Liam emerged from the cave, he felt the icy wind slice through his fur, sending shivers down his spine. The snow was deep, and he had to struggle to make any headway as he made his way to a nearby lake.

His hunger and thirst gnawed at him, but he knew he had to be cautious. The rogues could be anywhere, and he couldn't let his guard down for a moment. His father's former pack was always watching, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Liam had to be careful, especially in his wolf form, which made him a prime target.

As he approached the lake, he sniffed the air, scanning for any hint of danger. The smell of fresh water was tantalizing, and he lapped at the edge of the lake, savoring the cool, clear liquid. His thirst was quenched, but his hunger still rumbled in his belly.

Liam lifted his head and surveyed his surroundings, searching for any sign of the rogues. He could see for miles, thanks to his sharp wolf vision. The snow-covered hills were barren, and the only sound was the ru