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Chapter 545 Where the Trees Remember Names

Author: Judith GW
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Ilsa

I’ve been running through these woods since I was old enough to shift. Old enough to know how to listen.

But nothing about this part of the forest feels familiar.

It’s too quiet.

Not the kind of silence that comes with peace, but the kind that makes your skin prickle and your instincts scream.

The kind of silence that follows something ancient waking up.

Caelan walks beside me like he belongs here.

Barefoot, again. As if he can’t feel the twigs and stones and needles pricking at his soles.

There’s no crunch of twigs beneath him, no sound at all. He puts any werewolf to shame.

The breeze is stirring the edges of his white-blond hair, and his silver eyes are cutting through the trees ahead like he already knows where we’re going.

I should ask him more questions.

I want to ask him more questions.

But whenever I do, he answers like he’s telling a riddle to a child.

Not unkind. Just... evasive. Distracting. Too smooth.

And gods help me, it’s working. Because the longer I look at him,
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