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Chapter 109: The Scent of a Third Hunt

مؤلف: Drea Drayne
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-28 10:45:15

The Weaver's fear was a cold, sharp spike of pure, unadulterated panic in the back of Kaelen's mind. It was a sensation so alien, so out of place, that for a moment he thought it was a trick, a new form of the entity's insidious mental assault. But it was not. It was raw, unfiltered, and utterly real. The predator had become the prey.

Through the bond, he felt Flora's dawning realization, a silent question that mirrored his own. The Ashen Paw's chanting, which had been a monotonous, oppressive
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