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Chapter 29 — Whispers in the Dark
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2025-10-05 18:26:29The city had a pulse, though it was subtle, hidden beneath the hum of distant traffic, the occasional drip of water from gutters, and the restless stirrings of those who moved only at night. I had learned to feel it, the rhythm of a place alive with secrets, danger, and possibility. Every alley, every shadow, every flicker of light could signal a predator—or a clue.
After my encounter with the pack of werewolves, I had gained a new respect for the layers of danger this world held. Hunters were one thing; calculated, predictable in some ways. But creatures driven by instinct, territorial and cunning? They were a wild card. And I had to stay ahead, always ahead.
I moved quietly through the streets, boots slipping through shallow puddles, my eyes scanning for anything unusual. The city’s fog hung low, curling around lampposts like ghosts. Each step demanded attention, each movement measured. Survival was no longer just about evading attackers—it was abou
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