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9. Marked by Shadows

Penulis: Ramish
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Rhea

I never thought silence could scream. But it did that night.

The moment Kael locked the front gates of the estate behind us, something shifted in the air. He stopped mid-step, nostrils flaring, eyes narrowing. His muscles tensed, jaw locking.

“Inside. Now,” he ordered.

I didn’t argue. The way his voice dropped — all gravel and instinct — told me whatever he sensed wasn’t far.

We were halfway to the manor door when I heard it too. A distant howl — then another. And another.

Then came the growls.

Low. Savage. Dozens of them. Closing in.

The estate lights flickered. The trees beyond the wrought iron fence rustled unnaturally. I turned — just in time to see several shadows dart through the forest line. Too fast to be human. Too organized to be animals.

“Rogues,” Kael hissed.

From the second floor, one of the Draven guards let out a warning howl. It echoed across the estate, answered by more — from Kael’s pack members stationed around the grounds. Violet emerged from the manor, ey
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