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Chapter Thirty: The Wood Fight

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The woods swallowed them.

Branches clawed at Evelyn’s jacket as they ran, the scent of blood and rot thickening. Every shadow seemed to twitch. Every gust of wind carried a whisper of something monstrous.

Mason moved silently at her side, rifle raised, eyes sharp. Damian led the way, faster than either of them, his senses stretched razor-thin.

“He’s close,” Damian snarled under his breath.

The world around them felt wrong—like the air itself was holding its breath.

Then—

A low growl vibrates through the trees.

Evelyn spun just as the first creature lunged out of the darkness.

It wasn’t Julian.

It was something else.

Once human, maybe. Twisted now. Skin stretched and gray, bones too long, fingers ending in talon-like claws. Its mouth gaped open, filled with rows of jagged teeth.

Mason fired first. The shot ripped through the thing’s chest—but it didn’t drop.

It staggered, shrieked like a wounded animal, then kept coming.

"Silver rounds, headshots only!" Damian barked.

Evelyn squeezed t
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