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Hushed Breaths

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the thin veil of clouds, casting a pale, golden light across the courtyard of the mansion.

The air was cool and crisp, scented with earth and pine needles. Inside, tension crackled like an electric storm.

Kyra walked with purpose, her boots hitting against the floor.

She held a letter in her hand, its creamy parchment already creased from being read too many times.

The wax seal, broken cleanly, bore the emblem of the Steel Jawbone Pack—Kaelyn’s family crest.

Kyra’s eyes lifted to where Kaelyn stood near the window, staring out as if the answers to her turmoil lay somewhere among the swaying trees.

“Kaelyn,” Kyra began, her voice low but firm. “I’ve received your father’s response.”

Kaelyn turned slowly, her long blonde hair catching the light. She tried to hide the way her heart twisted in her chest.

“And what did he say?”

Kyra took a deep breath.

“He has ordered us to return to the Northern cliffs at once. He fears for your safety, especia
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