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SHADOWS OF DECEPTION

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The man’s cryptic words hung heavy in the air, each one digging into Elora’s already frayed nerves. Joel stepped closer to her, his body a shield between her and the stranger.

“Stop playing games,” Joel said, his voice edged with a warning growl. “If you know something, spit it out.”

The man chuckled softly, leaning against a nearby tree with an unsettling ease. “Patience, wolf. All in good time. But since you’re in such a hurry…” He trailed off, his sharp gaze locking onto Elora.

“You’re not ordinary, girl,” he said, his tone laced with something between curiosity and disdain. “And whatever’s inside you is calling out. The rogues can hear it. So can I.”

Elora took a step back, her head spinning. “I don’t understand,” she said, her voice trembling.

“You don’t have to,” the man said. “Not yet, anyway. But you will.”

Joel’s growl deepened, and the man raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you this—head north. Stay off the main trails. The elder you’re looking for isn’t far, but neither are the rogues. You’ll need to move fast if you want to make it before dawn.”

Joel narrowed his eyes. “And why should we trust you?”

The man smirked. “You shouldn’t. But let’s just say I have a vested interest in seeing this little mystery of yours solved. Now go, before I change my mind.”

Joel hesitated, but after a tense moment, he grabbed Elora’s arm and pulled her away. The man’s laughter echoed behind them as they disappeared into the shadows of the forest.

---

They moved quickly, the dense trees and uneven ground making every step a challenge. Joel’s grip on Elora’s arm was firm, guiding her through the darkness.

“What did he mean?” Elora asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. “What’s inside me?”

Joel didn’t answer immediately, his focus locked on the path ahead. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “I don’t know. But whatever it is, it’s enough to make you a target.”

“Great,” Elora muttered. “First I’m not normal, now I’m a walking target. This night just keeps getting better.”

Joel shot her a glance. “I know this is hard, but sarcasm won’t keep you alive. Stay focused.”

Elora bit back a retort, realizing he was right. The forest felt alive around them, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs putting her on edge.

After what felt like hours, Joel slowed, his sharp eyes scanning the area. “We’ll rest here,” he said, gesturing to a small clearing hidden beneath the thick canopy.

Elora sank to the ground, her legs trembling from the relentless pace. Joel stayed standing, his posture tense as he surveyed their surroundings.

“Do you ever relax?” she asked, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

“Not when someone’s life depends on me,” he replied without missing a beat.

Elora leaned back against a tree, closing her eyes for a moment. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on her, threatening to crush her. But as she sat there, a strange sensation began to creep over her.

It was faint at first, like a whisper at the edge of her mind. But it grew stronger, filling her with a mix of dread and curiosity.

“Joel,” she said quietly, her eyes snapping open.

He turned to her, his expression immediately alert. “What is it?”

“I…I don’t know,” she admitted, her hand moving to her chest. “I feel…something. Like we’re not alone.”

Joel’s expression darkened, and he moved closer to her, his eyes scanning the forest. “Stay here,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before she could respond, he disappeared into the trees, his movements silent and deliberate.

Elora’s heart pounded as she sat alone in the clearing, her senses hyperaware of every sound. The strange feeling in her chest didn’t go away—in fact, it grew stronger, pulling her attention to the left.

Against her better judgment, she stood, her gaze fixed on the direction of the pull. “Hello?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The forest seemed to respond, the leaves rustling as if in answer. Her breath hitched, and she took a cautious step forward.

“Elora!” Joel’s voice cut through the night, sharp and urgent.

She froze, turning to see him rushing toward her, his expression filled with both anger and fear. “What are you doing?” he demanded, grabbing her arm.

“I…I felt something,” she stammered. “Like it was calling me.”

Joel’s jaw tightened. “You can’t listen to it. Whatever it is, it’s dangerous.”

Before she could argue, a chilling howl echoed through the forest, sending shivers down her spine. Joel’s grip on her arm tightened.

“We need to move. Now.”

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