He Betrayed Me For A Human
Cassian barked, spinning toward the ridge.
"No," Julian hissed, eyes narrowed. "Something else."
The air shifted. Wolves stopped mid-fight. And then, from the shadows beyond the pass, they emerged—not Blood Moon soldiers, but cloaked figures in dark silver armor. Their movements were synchronized, predatory, disciplined.
"Who the hell are they?" Cassian growled.
I didn’t answer. Because I already knew.
"They’re not Blood Moon," I murmured. "They’re Blackmane."
The name hung heavy in the air—Blackmane, a mercenary pack long thought extinct, infamous for fighting not for loyalty but for the highest bidder. And if they were here now, it meant only one thing that Kaelus had bought their blades.
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