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Chapter 61: Ambush at Dawn

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-02-15 09:54:06

The wet, sickening thud of steel hitting bone echoed in my skull louder than any wolf’s howl, and before I could even process the scream tearing at my own throat, I saw the silver-tipped shaft protruding from Kael’s chest.

It happened in the three seconds it took for the convoy to clear the East Wing’s final salt-ward. The world didn't just turn violent; it turned into a slaughterhouse.

"Kael!" I didn't shout his name—I spat it, a jagged, desperate reflex that tasted like copper and ice.

He did
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