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chapter twenty: The Hunt of shadows

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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-01 06:21:37

Kaelen’s POV —

I stood on the battlement at dawn, winter light silvering the world. Beneath me, the fortress moved—soldiers running drills, servants hauling supplies, mothers corralling children whose eyes were too old for their faces. The watchers in the tower scanned the lines of trees beyond the outer palisade, but I already knew what lived there: not just beasts, but intent.

Aria’s voice haunted the edges of my mind. She had come to me with whispers, a wild and terrified thing, and for reasons that should have been trivial—pride, habit, posture—I had hardened.

My silence was not cruelty born of heartlessness; it was calculation. If I allowed my people to see me soft, to think my new found mate could be favored above duty, rumors would spread like wild fire.

But the price of that calculation was her pain That hurt had been a blade pressed against me all week.

Today, I would track the rogues, Tracking was a language my wolf learned before I did; his nose guided my plans. I would
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How can they kill them if they heal from having their heart ripped out!?
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