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CHAPTER 13: THE PRINCE’S INSTINCT

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NOAH’S POV

The trail ended without warning. I stood at the edge of a narrow stream, my eyes fixed on the damp earth beneath my boots. A few broken branches pointed north. Faint footprints led toward the water.

Then… Nothing, No tracks, No broken leaves, No lingering scent, It was as if the forest itself had swallowed whoever I was following.

Gideon dismounted beside me, scanning the surrounding trees.

“They crossed here?”

“They had to.”

He crouched beside the stream, running a hand through the
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