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Chapter 64: The Ghosts We Carry.
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The Lycan 's King Forsaken Mate. Chapter 67: The Harbinger's Truth
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Rhea’s POVThe battlefield was not a place, it was a state of mind.And mine had cracked.My dreams were filled with screams. Children crying. Wolves howling in agony. My wings tore through the veil of night, dragging blood across the stars. And always, always, Kael’s voice whispering my name like a curse.When I awoke, I wasn’t sure I had slept at all.The camp was quiet, dew clinging to leaves like the last tears of the dying forest. Damon was gone—already preparing for the day ahead. Aurelian still slept, curled against a mossy log, clutching the dagger I gave him.We were all soldiers now.And today, we would stop running.I stepped into the clearing, where Caleb and his warriors waited, weapons strapped, expressions grim. Damon stood near the front, his armor dark as the shadows clinging to his soul. When he looked at me, something flickered behind his eyes—fear, hope… love.Maybe all of them.I raised my voice. “We strike at dusk.”Murmurs rippled through the ranks.“They’ll be
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