The air still crackled with the aftershock of violence, thick with the scent of blood, burning wood, and the faint, musky odor of fur. Ash drifted slowly in the fading light, settling on scorched grass and shattered branches. The forest was eerily quiet now, save for the distant crackle of dying embers. My father’s men were all gone. Just like that. Not even a damn trace. It was like they’d vanished into dust, carried off by the wind. Ethan stood with his chest heaving, his body marred with cuts and blood that wasn’t his, his glowing eyes scanning the darkening horizon as if he still didn’t trust it was over. Cliff hovered beside him, no longer in his wolf form, but shirtless, barefoot, skin streaked with dirt and ash. His jaw was tight, muscles tense, every inch of him still coiled for battle. I dropped to my knees in the cold grass, fingers digging into the scorched earth beneath me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. But the sound wouldn’t come. My chest was locked in some i
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