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Shadows at the Door

작가: Lêh Magalhães
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-02 12:52:23

POV: Camila

The guard could barely look me in the eye. His hands trembled as sweat dripped down his temple, his gaze avoiding mine.

“Mrs. Luna, I swear... I didn't see little Tiago leave.”

The words echoed, and for a moment, the ground seemed to disappear beneath me. I felt my heart racing, a rapid rhythm that hurt my chest. It didn't make sense. Tiago would never leave alone, especially with so many guards scattered around the gates. What if someone had taken advantage of a moment of carelessness?

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my throat was dry.

“Yes, ma'am... no children passed through the gates today.”

He lowered his head as if the air inside had become too heavy. His breathing was short, the smell of fear permeating the room. I approached slowly, and he took a step back—perhaps it was instinct. Luna's mark still weighed heavily, even if the pack no longer recognized her.

I stepped back before anger took hold. I felt Nyssara stir in
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