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Chapter 34: WOLVES DON'T PRAY

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The clearing behind the hunter’s cabin had been silent for years.

Now it breathed again.

A sliver of moon cut through the trees like a blade, casting pale ribbons of light over damp moss and broken roots. Asher leaned against a rotting log, arms crossed, jaw tense, eyes colder than the air around him. He hadn't drawn his claws, not yet. But his bones ached for it. The old ache... the one that came when a ghost walked back into your life with blood on their tongue and a half-buried truth.

Julian stepped from the woods like a memory that refused to stay buried.

His coat was long and dark, still dusted with the scent of pine and something metallic beneath it—not quite blood, but close. His movements were careful, measured. His hands empty. His gaze sharp.

"You came alone," Asher muttered.

Julian smirked. "You'd smell the lie if I didn't."

Silence fell again, thick with old tension and older betrayals. The trees, the earth, even the wind—they all remembered. Once, these two had hunted tog
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