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Chapter fifty: I would end the world for freya

ผู้เขียน: Asheeda max
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-05-09 20:45:23

Finnick's pov

Time slowed as the bone-wolf rose from the earth. Its body clacked with every movement, ribs twisting like branches, fire leaking between every seam of bone and those hollow, pulsing eyes, no soul in them yet they stared at Freya like they had known her in another life.

She trembled in my arms. Not from fear but recognition.

She knew this thing not as a monster.

As blood.

“My father,” she said again, softer now. “That voice…”

I held her tighter, as if my grip alone could keep death away.

“You don’t have to speak to it,” I said through clenched teeth. “It’s not him. It can’t be.”

But she didn’t look away neither did the boy.

He stood in front of us like a barrier made of light and storm, that black fang stone still pulsing in his hand.

The bone-wolf lowered its head toward him.

“Only one may carry the flame,” it said, voice hollow and echoing from everywhere at once. “The Nightborn line has awakened. The flame must choose.”

The boy didn’t speak.

Then the bone-wolf said so
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