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Bent, Not Broken

Author: JZS
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-11-13 00:00:28

Cheyenne sat cross-legged on her bed, phone in hand, chewing her lip like it might help steady her nerves. It didn’t. She’d already tried pacing, tried fresh air, tried staring at the stars for clarity—none of it worked. The only thing left was the one person who might have answers, even if reaching out to him meant reopening wounds she wasn’t sure had healed.

Charlie answered on the second ring, his familiar voice rough with sleep. “Chey? It’s midnight. Please tell me you didn’t blow up another training ground.”

Despite everything, she smiled. “Not yet. Give me a week.”

There was a pause, then a sigh. “Alright. What’s wrong?”

She hesitated, then pushed straight in. “We’ve been putting pieces together since you left. About the attacks, the shadows Maddox saw, Serenya’s tribe… Charlie, have you ever heard of creatures that hunt guardians?”

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