The silence after the fight was louder than the chaos. Smoke lingered faintly in the air. The ground was marked with signs of battle—scattered debris, claw marks, and the heavy scent of wolves. But the danger? It hadn’t left. Amara felt it in her chest. That lingering tension. That awareness. “They’re gone,” she said quietly. Lucian didn’t answer. His gaze scanned the perimeter, sharp and calculating, as if expecting them to return at any second. “They’re not coming back tonight,” Dante said, approaching them carefully. Lucian still didn’t relax. “They didn’t need to.” Amara frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” This time, Lucian turned to her. And the look in his eyes— It wasn’t just serious. It was dark. “You were seen.” The words landed heavily. Amara’s stomach dropped. “…Okay?” Lucian stepped closer. “No,” he said. “Not okay.” Her brows furrowed. “They already knew I existed.” “They didn’t know what you could do.” A pause. “Now they do.” Silence.
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