ELARA “Don’t move,” Kael’s voice came again, rougher this time, cutting through the air like a whip. I froze where I stood, blade half-drawn, eyes on Gerald. He still knelt in the dirt, body trembling. The silver in his eyes flickered like dying embers, shifting between Boy and wolf. His breathing came ragged, uneven, too shallow to be normal. Kael’s boots crunched the leaves behind me. “Step away from him.” “He’s hurt,” I said, keeping my voice low. “He’s wrong,” Kael replied. Gerald’s head lifted. “I didn’t mean to—” Kael’s blade pressed to his throat before the sentence finished. “Didn’t mean to what?” Gerald flinched, hands raised. “They came from nowhere. I—I fought them.” “Funny,” Kael said, his tone sharp. “You didn’t fight anything when we were with you.” “Kael.” I reached forward, pushing the blade slightly down. “He’s not lying.” He turned his glare on me. “You can’t know that.” “I can see it.” Kael’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move the weapon. G
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