AedanThe trees thinned, and ahead rose the first watch-terrace. Once solid, a bastion of safety—now dark smoke trailed upward, thin and acrid, like a wound that steamed instead of bleeding. Cassian raised his hand; the column halted without a word. Wind swept down from the mountains, carrying the scents of blood, scorched flesh, and corrupted magic. Not clean, not sharp—rotting, inward-curdled, as if power itself had spoiled.“Something happened,” I said, voice low, taut. “Nyra—stay behind me.”But she was already out of the saddle. Not retreating—closing the distance. Needing to see, to feel, to understand.Cassian knelt beside a soldier sprawled against the stone. The man still breathed, barely. A deep gash split his side, bite marks at his throat, his gaze blank on nothing.“They came from shadow,” he whispered. “Not came—slithered… slid… as if night itself broke upon us.”From the rubble to the left came a rumble, low and guttural. Then we saw them.Shadow-wolves. Nothing like an
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