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Chapter Eighteen: The First Hunt

Author: Silver Moon
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 20:46:23

Ethan POV

The howl cut through the night like a blade, sharp and piercing. I was already on my feet before the sound had fully faded into the darkness, my body moving on pure instinct. My heart slammed against my ribs as another howl answered from deeper within the forest, then another, and another. Three. No… four distinct voices now weaving together in a haunting chorus.

These weren’t ordinary wolves announcing their territory or calling to the moon. They were searching. Hunting. The primal e
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