The wind howled across the cliff, tearing through Caierre’s clothes and biting at his skin. The scent of wet stone and pine filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood that had dried on his hands and arms. His breathing was shallow, rapid, but controlled. His eyes scanned every shadow, every movement, every possibility. The men who had ambushed them had been relentless, skilled, and cruel. They had thought him a weak healer, a soft target, but years of surviving alone had made him something else entirely. Something dangerous. Something no longer tethered to fear.The first strike had come without warning, a blur of steel and motion. He had ducked, twisted, blocked, and countered instinctively, the movements almost second nature after years of training, of fighting not for glory but for survival. His wolf had stirred inside him, a quiet, controlled heat, ready to answer when he needed it. He had felt it awaken during the first moment of real danger, and it had guided him
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