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CHAPTER 175: But Damn it…

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-27 08:40:23

Sylthara.

The word dropped into my ears like a stone into still water, and the ripples it caused inside me were nothing short of disorienting.

Sylthara?

What the hell was Sylthara?

I rolled the name around in my head like maybe if I pressed hard enough it would spark some recognition—but no. Nothing. Not a single memory, not even a rumor.

I shut my mouth, swallowing the thousand questions that crowded my throat. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers right now. Sometimes not knowing is safer than hearing the truth too soon.

He didn’t offer anything else. Instead, he adjusted me in his arms like I was both fragile glass and a burden he couldn’t drop. His face was hard to read, the kind of expression that didn’t invite conversation. So I stayed quiet, letting him carry me down the corridor.

The hallways were… different. That was the only word I had. The walls weren’t like the wood and stone of the pack’s village. They shined faintly in the light of lanterns, almost iridescent. Th
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