The Hunt BeginsThe forest does not settle after a scream.It holds the barren sound in its bones, lets it echo until even the birds forget how to sing properly again. The wards around the house hum low and tight, stretched thin like sinew pulled too far, and every few seconds I can feel the glyph in my palm twitch in response–something like an almost movement, like its adjusting its grip.Eirik doesn’t come back, not right away.I know he’s alive. I can feel where he is, roughly—the bond tells me that much. He’s moving fast, controlled, all sharp edges and restraint. Alpha-work, damage control. But there’s a distance and I can feel the strain of it in the way our bond stretches and resettles every time he shifts directions.I sit on the edge of the bed, wrapped in his shirt, knees pulled to my chest.Waiting.The house is not empty though, Jana moves through it quietly, checking the wards, muttering under her breath in a language that tastes like old roots and iron when it brushes th
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