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The Night Before the Run

Auteur: Papichilow
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The Hollowfang camp never slept.

Even as the firelight burned low and the shadows thickened, wolves prowled the edges of the clearing, their pale eyes gleaming like lanterns in the dark. Somewhere beyond the treeline, drums pulsed in a rhythm too steady to be random, a sound that wormed under my skin and set my wolf pacing restlessly inside me.

I sat on a slab of stone near the edge of the camp, the coppery sting of dried blood still on my palm where I’d cut myself earlier. The wound throbbed in time with the drums. It hadn’t healed as fast as it should’ve. Maybe that was exhaustion. Or maybe it was the weight of what tomorrow meant.

The Hollowfang Run. A trial dressed up as spectacle, meant to weed out the weak and entertain the strong. And at dawn, I’d be tossed into it with Roman, Janie, Kellen, and whoever else the Hollowfangs decided would make the hunt more interesting.

I stared at my hand, flexing it slowly. The blood had been my choice, my
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    The air was still buzzing from the ritual circle, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. My hands trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the way the pendant had burned against my chest, like it had fused itself deeper into my skin.Roman’s eyes met mine across the ruined chamber, the glow of dying embers casting shadows over his face. He was alive, barely scratched, but there was something in his expression that set my heart stumbling. He wasn’t just worried—he was afraid.And if Roman Vale was afraid, then we were standing on the edge of something none of us were ready for.“You felt it too, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.Roman took a step closer, his boots crunching on broken stone. “I felt it. The pendant didn’t just react—it chose you, Nora. You’re not holding power anymore. You are the power.”I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to rip the damn thing off and throw it into the fire. But I couldn’t. Even if I trie

  • Marked in the Middle   The Edge of Shadows

    The night air clung to my skin like smoke, heavy with pine and damp earth. Viremont’s streets stretched out behind me, dim and quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t natural. Not after the chaos we’d stirred. The city wasn’t sleeping—it was holding its breath.Grayson’s voice still echoed in my ears from moments earlier, his warning cutting sharper than the dagger strapped at my hip. “If we make one wrong move, we’re done. Silver Ash won’t forgive twice.”Too late for forgiveness.We’d split the team after Kael’s intel dump exposed just how wide the rot went inside Silver Ash. Lira stayed behind to trace the flow of their stolen cash, while Janie guarded what little ground we’d managed to secure. Roman had disappeared into the neutral zones, chasing whispers of a survivor who’d seen the Luna’s real killer.That left me.The pendant pressed against my chest, burning faintly through my shirt, like a brand reminding me who I was. Or maybe wh

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  • Marked in the Middle   The Bait

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  • Marked in the Middle   The Hollowfang Run

    The horn shattered the night.Its call rose long and low across the Hollowfang camp, pulling every wolf to their feet. Fires flared higher, drums thundered harder, and a frenzy of snarls and howls split the dawn.I pushed myself up from the dirt, heart pounding, every nerve in me raw. Sleep hadn’t come; I’d just laid there staring at the stars, waiting for this. For the moment they threw us into the maw of their tradition.Roman was already standing. His posture was sharp, shoulders tense, eyes scanning the camp like a soldier preparing for battle. Janie clung to his shadow, her face pale, lips tight. Kellen was silent, standing a little apart, as if he’d known this moment his entire life.The Hollowfangs swarmed the clearing. Some shifted into wolves, thick-coated beasts with frothing jaws and eyes that glowed with savage delight. Others stayed human, but their smiles were worse — sharp, mocking, hungry. This was a sport for them. They’d come to

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