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CHAPTER 17: THE SOUND OF OLD MAGIC

作者: Praise Samuel
last update 公開日: 2026-08-05 04:33:05

Nobody moved for a long moment after Ryder spoke, the howls fading into silence that felt heavier than the sound itself had been.

"Old how?" Damian finally asked.

"Older than Kingston. And older than most packs in this city today." Ryder's eyes stayed on the skyline. "It's a form passed down deliberately from one generation to another. Whoever called it knows exactly who is still alive to answer it."

"And who answers a call like that?" I asked.

"Old blood," Ryder said. "Packs who remember what
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