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The Den of Betrayal Revisited
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2025-06-29 18:18:37Selene and Rowan crept through the thick forest for what felt like miles, the wind screeching through the treetops. Selene’s heart raced — not only from exertion, but from the tempest raging in her chest. Every fiber of her being shouted that going back was a mistake, but she wasn’t going to walk away. Not yet.
Not until she had answers.
Rowan walked beside her in his wolf form, his enormous white coat dazzling in the moonlight. Agnes walked a few paces behind, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows as if expecting ambush at every turn.
They all knew this was dangerous.
Selene’s body remained alien to her, the force brewing under her skin like a wild tempest. She heard whispers in the wind, felt the pulse of life in the earth beneath her feet. It was a lot, it was suffocating at times, but she was not going to let it break her.
Not until she had control.
Not until she made Caden pay.
"You’re thinking too loudly." His golden eyes turned t
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