Bloodlines Of Fire And Fate
Instead, she let her hand brush his, the smallest of touches, a silent agreement of trust and connection.
The decent continued in silence, broken only by the occasional call of distant birds or the whisper of wind through narrow passes. Shadows stretched and folded over the jagged terrain, creating eerie shapes that made her pulse quicken. The Shadow Lands had always been dangerous, but this journey felt different. The stakes were higher now; the world felt sharper, more immediate, and Evelyn’s wolf, Naviah, thrummed beneath her skin with restless energy, sensing the anticipation, the danger, the unknown.
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