The night air in the mountains is thin, cold, and sharp enough to cut the lungs. The wind rushes between the jagged rocks with a sound like distant screams. The rogues drag me higher and higher along the narrow path, their hands gripping my arms hard enough to bruise. My legs ache, my throat burns, and fear twists like a knife inside my chest.They march fast,too fast for someone in my condition.But they don’t care.Behind us, deeper in the forest below, something roars. A roar so raw, so broken, it shakes the stone beneath my feet.Damon.His voice carries through the trees, echoing off the cliffs like a monster freed from hell.The rogues stiffen.“He’s close,” one whispers.“Too close,” another growls.The leader, walking just ahead of me, turns, his eyes narrowing. “Move faster.”I stumble as they yank me forward, almost falling. The path is steep, coarse , and cruel. Every breath hurts. Every step feels heavier than the last.Somewhere in the dark behind us, Damon runs wild, inj
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