Marcus’ POVLycan’s Hollow breathes like the old beast she is, slow, heavy, and full of secrets. You learn to listen to it if you want to survive here. The wind carries gossip through the crumbling streets, the fires cough smoke into the night sky, and every stone wall remembers the weight of claws that don’t scratch anymore.Most people only see the ruins. The cracked walls, the broken wells, the way the houses sag like they’re tired of standing. But me? I see strength.Survival.We’re what’s left after the world tore itself apart. Ordinary, yes. Fragile, maybe.But still standing.I grew up on these streets, barefoot, scrawny, stealing bread before I could lift a knife. You either fight or you starve. Lyra, of course, always found another way. She stitched clothes, carried herbs, and smiled at the right people. She believes kindness has a place here. I never have the patience for that. You don’t survive in Lycan’s Hollow by being soft.Which is why that wolfless girl, Selene, gnaws
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