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162: Death Sentence

Penulis: Fiona Cakes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-26 00:01:00

KYLA’S POV

The weight of the battle was finally starting to settle into my bones like lead. My muscles screamed with every movement, and the light from my scars was dimming, struggling to keep back the black fog. For every undead shifter I dragged into the earth, another one seemed to crawl out of the shadows. Their hollow, green eyes were fixed on me with a hunger that felt like cold needles stabbing at my skin.

My breathing was jagged and shallow. I could see Lowell and Cy
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  • THE BURNT FACE LUNA   80: Where To Start?

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