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Chapter 22: The Hunt Begins

Penulis: Akaza Writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-17 17:49:47

Luan woke before dawn.

The cabin was cold. The bed was empty. She had stopped reaching for Cass in the night. The habit had finally broken. What remained was something harder. A purpose.

She dressed in dark clothes. She braided her hair. She strapped a silver knife to her thigh. The pack had taught her that silver burned the between as easily as it burned wolves.

Sera was waiting outside.

You're going into the woods, the old woman said. Not a question.

I'm going to find the between.

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