Tyris’ POVThe shadow didn’t pause. Its movements were precise, calculated, almost supernatural. My wolf snarled in warning as I tightened my grip on Lyra, pulling her behind me. Her warm body pressed against mine, a reminder of why I couldn’t fail. I had promised to protect her. I would die before letting anything happen to her.“Stay close,” I hissed, scanning the dim corridor. Every muscle in my body screamed to strike, to obliterate the threat before it could reach us. My eyes adjusted to the shadows, finally locking onto the figure’s gleaming eyes beneath the mask.It wasn’t Marcus. Not entirely. Whoever it was moved with uncanny speed, far surpassing anything I had ever faced. And yet, beneath that mask, I glimpsed something familiar a faint, cruel smirk that made my stomach twist.“Lyra,” I whispered, urgency rising. “When I say run, you run. Don’t look back. Understand?”She nodded, eyes wide but resolute. Her wolf stirred at my side, instincts aligning with mine, prepared to
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