Marked by Fire & Fang
From the doorway, Ember’s voice answered low, “They’re quiet because they feel it too.”
The war room had become a place of constant tension. Link stood over the stone table, palms flat, while Ember, Micah, and four regional Alphas argued over lines on the map.
“No,” one of them snapped. “This isn’t Umbra. This is older.”
“We all know the stories,” Ember said coldly. “But if it’s what we fear—if the Forgotten Fang is real—we’re not just dealing with war. We’re dealing with corruption. This thing doesn't fight in battles. It hollows you out from the inside.”
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