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CHAPTER 36

Author: GOLDEN TREE
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 17:57:25

THE ALPHA’S BURDEN

“What you take from the dark, the dark takes from you.”

The stars above the Carpathians were bleeding.

That’s what Elara saw when she looked up from the temple steps that night—stars like open wounds, the sky cracked with veins of crimson cloud. A warning etched across the heavens.

But it was the sound behind her that made her heart truly crack: Lerder screaming. She sprinted toward the source.

Inside the hollow remains of the Temple of Hollow Wind, the scent of burning magic stung her throat. Lyra and Kael were crouched beside Lerder—who was doubled over, his shirt torn, clawing at his chest.

“Lerder!” she shouted, falling to her knees.

He looked up—eyes wide, mouth twisted in pain.

“Elara—don’t—touch me!”

But she already had. The moment her hand brushed his skin, she felt it. A pulse like a second heartbeat. And then—she saw it. There, just beneath his collarbone, where her pendant used to rest—A black sigil. Glowing faintly, pulsing with power, the soul brand.

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