Bound By Bloodlines
Each step Ashina took felt heavier than the last, her legs trembling beneath her.
Her thoughts were a storm, flashes of memory striking her with cruel clarity. She saw Leo’s laughter, the mischievous grin he always wore when they were younger. Ashina remembered how he had stood beside her during their first hunt, his eyes gleaming with pride when she took down her first prey. And then, like a shadow eclipsing the light, the memory of him driving the dagger into Dorian’s back resurfaced.
The look in his eyes haunted her—cold, calculating, satisfied. She replayed it over and over, trying to make sense of it, but the betrayal only twisted the knife deeper into her heart.
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