RYAN The ground trembled beneath my boots, deep and angry, like something ancient had just cracked its knuckles beneath the crust of the earth. My spine stiffened as that low, guttural roar rolled through the trees. It didn’t echo; it vibrated right through my chest. I clenched my fists, instincts screaming whatever was coming… It wasn’t friendly. Isaiah stood a few paces ahead, as still as a statue. His face, as usual, gave nothing away. But Logan? Logan was twitching; his claws were halfway out, jaw tight, breath quickening, and rage shimmered off him like heat from a flame. “What the hell is that?” he growled, eyes flicking to Isaiah, desperate for answers. Isaiah didn’t flinch. His voice came low, disturbingly calm. “The result of cutting off fate’s plan.” I barely had time to snap, “What does that mean?” Before the air around us shifted, heavier now, colder, the wind picked up, carrying something else with it – not a scent, exactly, but a presence, powerful, old, raw and fa
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