The forest north of Stone Creek was colder than Racheal remembered. The deeper they went, the more the air thinned, turning sharp and metallic. Snow clung to the trees, muting every sound. Even the birds seemed to have abandoned the woods.They had been traveling for hours, guided only by instinct and the faint map the Keeper had etched into Damon’s memory. The world had grown silent—too silent. Racheal felt the weight of every crunch beneath her boots, every whisper of wind.Damon led the way, his movements sure and calculated, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. Lucas walked behind them, his aura restless, his gaze flicking between the shadows. Racheal walked in the middle, feeling both protected and suffocated by their silent tension.“Something’s wrong,” Lucas muttered at last. “The forest is watching us.”Damon didn’t slow. “I know. Keep your senses sharp.”Racheal tried to reach out with her wolf senses, but the air was thick—strange. The forest smelled wrong, like ash buried
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