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What Hunts Back

last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-01 17:02:23

Kael POV

The first sign something was wrong—

was the silence.

Not the absence of sound.

The wrong kind of silence.

The kind that settles after a scream has already happened and the world is still deciding if it should acknowledge it.

I felt it before the report arrived.

Before the guards shifted.

Before the messengers started running instead of walking.

The lycan lifted its head.

Not curious.

Alert.

“Your Majesty—”

The doors opened too fast.

Too wide.

No ceremony. No announcement. No rhythm.

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