The new howls cut through the early morning mist like a warning. They sounded heavier and more disciplined than the cultists we had faced before. Victor froze mid step. His face went pale under the streaks of dried blood.“That is my old clan” he said. “They move in formation. They are not here to talk.”Damien tightened his grip on my hand. “How many?”“Too many” Victor replied. “They brought warriors. They have been preparing for this day longer than I realized.”We picked up our pace and moved deeper into the thick woods. My body still carried the warmth of Damien’s last release. Every step made me feel the slick evidence of our mating between my thighs. The bond pulsed steadily and kept the Devourer quiet but I could sense it watching. Waiting for any weakness.We found a defensible spot near a rocky outcrop overlooking a narrow pass. Mira and Lila took high positions while Victor and I prepared the lower ground. Damien stayed glued to my side. His scent mixed with sweat and blood
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