The dungeon corridors were quiet, save for the low hiss of torches that lined the damp stone walls. Kaelen moved through them with measured strides, his shoulders squared, his jaw tight. He hadn’t planned to come here tonight—he had been restless, prowling the halls of his stronghold like a caged beast, unable to sleep. Something tugged at him, a pull he couldn’t ignore, guiding his steps downward.The air grew colder the deeper he descended, carrying with it the acrid sting of silver and wolfsbane. His wolf stirred uneasily in the back of his mind, pacing, restless.Why are we here? Kaelen thought, tightening his grip on the banister as he rounded another curve.But his wolf didn’t answer with words. Instead, a low growl reverberated through Kaelen’s chest, primal and urgent.And then—he smelled it.Faint, barely there, buried beneath the stench of pain and iron—but undeniable. Her.Kaelen froze mid-step, his head snapping up, nostrils flaring. The scent was fractured, dulled by torm
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