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40: The most powerful weapon

Author: Gold Writes
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-14 20:18:47

Azrael's POV

I had never felt so completely useless.

The forest stood before us, silent and sealed. Minutes dragged into hours, each one stretching thinner than the last. I could feel every instinct screaming to tear the forest apart and go to her. But I couldn’t. I was bound to stand there and wait.

Every breath felt wrong.

My gaze never left the treeline. Not once. As if staring hard enough might force it to give her back.

“She should have returned by now,” one of the elders muttered behind me.

Another voice followed, lower and more cautious.

“She may not have survived if she hadn't returned by now.”

My jaw tightened.

Something sharp twisted in my chest—a hot and violent pressure building, clawing its way up my spine.

The murmurs didn’t stop.

“And Kiara?” another elder asked quietly. “There has been no sign of her either.”

“Kiara will be fine,” Rathore said without hesitation, like it was a certainty carved into him.

“She has her wolf. Whatever happens in there, she will endure it
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