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Chapter Thirty-Five: Wind Screams Like Wolves Being Skinned

ผู้เขียน: Sammy Miracle
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The wind tore across the Unplace, shrieking with the pitch of wolves being skinned alive -raw, flayed agony that filled the air with sound too sharp for ears to bear.

It didn’t blow from any single direction. It surged from everywhere, as if the world itself were exhaling its final breath. With each gust, the fabric of this place shifted, the ground flickering between polished bone, rusted mirrors, and cracked obsidian that reflected nothing.

Evangeline staggered forward, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, her eyes narrow against the onslaught. The world stank of iron and ozone, and beneath that - something older, more intimate.

The scent of forgotten blood and the tang of stolen memory.

Her boots struck a surface that was not earth, not stone, but something smooth and chill—like skin that had long since turned cold. Every step echoed like a heartbeat left behind.

To her left, Emma muttered under her breath, her voice thin and failing. The incantations Evangeline taught her
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    Evangeline jolted awake with her body already halfway to standing, her breath caught in a scream that refused to leave her throat. For a moment, she couldn’t tell where she was, or if she had ever truly left the dream. Her hands clawed at the air, but the air did not hold. It slipped through her fingers like breathless silk, ungraspable, unnatural. Her heart thundered so violently she thought the sound might rip through the seams of her ribs.The fire Silas had conjured was gone. Its ashes remained, scattered across the floor in a swirling pattern that reminded Evangeline of insect wings and broken music. The walls around them had peeled inward. Once a fragile shelter, the room now stood flayed - its paper-thin surfaces curling at the edges like burnt flesh, revealing cracks in space through which the Unplace bled. Time itself seemed to recoil from the moment, pulling back like a wound resisting sutures.Around her, the others stirred, each of them bearing the same weight in their e

  • Lupus Noctrine: Symphony Of The Cursed Lycan Quadruplets    Chapter Thirty-Five: Wind Screams Like Wolves Being Skinned

    The wind tore across the Unplace, shrieking with the pitch of wolves being skinned alive -raw, flayed agony that filled the air with sound too sharp for ears to bear. It didn’t blow from any single direction. It surged from everywhere, as if the world itself were exhaling its final breath. With each gust, the fabric of this place shifted, the ground flickering between polished bone, rusted mirrors, and cracked obsidian that reflected nothing.Evangeline staggered forward, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, her eyes narrow against the onslaught. The world stank of iron and ozone, and beneath that - something older, more intimate. The scent of forgotten blood and the tang of stolen memory. Her boots struck a surface that was not earth, not stone, but something smooth and chill—like skin that had long since turned cold. Every step echoed like a heartbeat left behind.To her left, Emma muttered under her breath, her voice thin and failing. The incantations Evangeline taught her

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    An hour later,No one spoke when the last flame at Crypthollow guttered out.The battlefield had gone quiet, the blood dried into the dirt, the Veil’s twisted vines burned to ash. Yet what remained wasn’t peace - it was the silence before the next war cry. The calm before something worse.They had only just survived but - Cassius, Lucien, Selene, and Xander - the four Alpha Lycans had been taken.No clan had ever lost an Alpha without the entire pack falling, and yet here they stood - the four Betas left behind - bound by oaths to protect, now forced to face the unthinkable: a rescue mission across the Veil.Evangeline stood between them with her hands laced behind her back, her silver-streaked eyes scanning each face in the circle. Her mask was gone. There was no time for pretense.Only power.“This won’t work unless we’re honest,” she said, voice firm. “I know you don’t like each other, you don’t trust me, but we need each other to bring them home.”The first to step forward was Tho

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