Matthew DawolfThe cold wind burned against my face, but I refused to slow down. My horse snorted beneath me, its heavy gallop muffled by the snow covering Neveryth’s frozen forest. It felt like every tree was watching me, every shadow shifting. My wolf was awake—alert—more alive than ever, like a predator locking onto its prey.My dear Michelle.I could still feel her. The bond between us pulsed stronger than ever. Before, her presence had been faint, trembling, like a whisper about to fade. But now… now it was different. It burned. Fierce, unyielding. No longer just fear—this was fury itself.I couldn’t help but wonder what had changed. What had happened to make her burn like this?My grip on the reins tightened, my jaw clenched.“Hold on, Michelle… I’m coming.”Behind me, my men kept their pace. Loyal soldiers, even after the draining battle. I hadn’t asked all of them to follow—only those with enough strength and courage left to continue. Because now, there was no room for rest, n
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