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Chapter Ninety One — The Stir Beneath the Ice

作者: Phillix
last update 最終更新日: 2025-12-03 05:14:17

It began with a sound no one wanted to admit they heard.

Not thunder.

Not wind.

Not the shifting of armies.

A heartbeat.

Deep.

Slow.

Inhuman.

It pulsed through the Frostlands like something knocking from under the world—once, twice—each vibration crawling up Lyra’s spine like icewater.

The packs stiffened. Heads turned toward the frozen ground. Fur rose. Breath fogged in sharp, startled bursts.

No one spoke.

No one breathed.

Because every creature present—wolf, Alpha, human—felt it.

The dead were moving.

Not above.

Below.

***

Lyra’s pulse stumbled. The afterglow of victory—the stunned disbelief of Magnus’s fall—evaporated in an instant. Her body still shook from the battle, her throat raw, her muscles weak, but something colder and older than fear coiled inside her.

The Gate wasn’t silent.

It was waking up.

Vale stepped instinctively in front of her, sword still drawn even though Magnus was gone. The blade trembled—not from his hand, but from the vibration in the e
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