The moment we crossed the border into the Ashen Lands, the world died.There was no wind. No sound of birds or insects. The trees were skeletal, their bark gray and peeling, and the ground was covered in a thick, suffocating ash that muffled our footsteps.The sky was a permanent, bruised twilight."Stay close," Kael ordered. His voice was tight, his hand gripping mine so hard it almost hurt.Behind us, our elite team of ten warriors moved in a tight formation. Vera was at the rear, her bow drawn. We were all on high alert, but the silence was worse than any howl.We had been walking for an hour when the whispers started.At first, I thought it was the wind. But there was no wind.Traitor, the whispers hissed. You abandoned your pack. You killed your own kind.I stumbled, shaking my head. "Kael, do you hear that?""Hear what?" he asked, his eyes scanning the gray trees."The voices."Kael stopped dead. He turned to me, his golden eyes dark with concern. He pressed his hand to my cheek
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