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Chapter Two-Hundred and Nineteen: The Fires Below

Penulis: Lyanna Rose
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-14 23:06:07

The howl that cut through the frozen night was a scout’s signal, three short rises, falling on the third note like a dying breath.

Damien heard it through wolf ears, his massive black-furred form pressed low against the snow on a ridge overlooking the northern pack’s forward camp. His pack lay scattered in the darkness behind him, twenty-three wolves who had survived the ambush, their wounds still fresh but their fury sharper than any blade.

They had been hunting these bastards for two days, ch
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    The expedition reached Shadow Fang's outer perimeter on the sixteenth day after their departure.Thomas had spent the journey in near-constant thought, the weight of the register pressing against his back with every mile. The name, Eryndor, sat heavy on his tongue, unspoken but insistent. He had verified the translation dozens of times during the mountain passes, checking and rechecking each symbol until the identification became irrefutable.An infant. A newborn child, denied his true name by those who should have protected him.The betrayal gnawed at Thomas's chest as the fortress walls emerged through the winter mist. Gideon called a halt at the northern gate, and Thomas saw Marcus waiting with a full escort party. The warrior's stoic face betrayed nothing, but his posture relaxed visibly when he counted all expedition members present and upright."Successful retrieval?" Marcus asked as they dismounted."Successful," Gideon confirmed. "Thomas has the register."Thomas clutched the

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