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CHAPTER 19: THE NET CLOSES

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The sixth howl came from the south.

I skidded to a stop. Sera slammed into my back and caught herself on a tree trunk, her mother's blade flashing in her grip. Her breathing was ragged but her eyes were steady. The weapons trainer's daughter was running on instinct now, the trained part of her body operating independently from the terrified part of her mind.

"South," she whispered. "They're south of us too."

She was right. East, northeast, and now south. Three directions sealed. The only gap wa
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