The howling wind of the north was not made for the living.As Serena stepped across the jagged border that separated Elias’s territory from the lands long-forgotten, the air shifted. It was thicker here. Heavier. Every breath she took felt like she was inhaling memory, grief, and forgotten blood.“We’re being watched,” Zara murmured, her sword drawn. “I can feel it.”“You’re not wrong,” Theron muttered from behind them, arrow notched and ready.Elias walked beside Serena, his eyes constantly scanning. “We stay tight. No straying from formation. No hero moves.”Serena smirked slightly. “That includes you, Alpha.”His lips twitched. “Don’t tempt me.”Their group of twenty elite warriors moved in synchronized silence—each one chosen for their unflinching loyalty to the cause, to Elias, and now to Serena. The night crept closer, pressing in like a slow, heavy tide. The trees were no longer green but bone-white, bark brittle like ash, branches curling like claws toward the sky.As they pus
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