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It just watched the house. Joshua dropped the knife. The shadow raised a hand. A soft, melodic whistle drifted through the glass. It was a sound Joshua hadn't heard in five years. The signal of the "Shadow-Stalkers." The ones who were supposed to have died in the ravine. He stood up, his heart skipping a beat. He walked to the back door and unlocked it. The door creaked open. "You," Joshua breathed. The figure stepped into the light. It was a woman, her face hidden under a deep, ragged hood. She pulled the hood back. Her hair was white as snow, her skin scarred with the mark of a broken wolf.

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

I was on the verge of kneeling, weeping hysterically as I pleaded for her to let me go. I begged Ate Yolly to honor the promise she had made to me in secret. I placed all my remaining hope in her, and she did not fail me. Without a single moment of hesitation, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hidden corridors. When we ran past the heavily drugged guards, I couldn't believe the sheer, life-threatening risks Ate Yolly was taking just to secure my freedom.

When it felt like I was dozing off, u ordered two cups of caffeine to be delivered to my office so I could stay awake. I was sipping the last cup of caffeine when I heard footsteps running through the hallway, but I felt less concerned until my office door busted open. I looked back and saw Seth panting heavily... "What's chasing you, Seth?" I asked, dropping the cup of caffeine on my office table. "You need to check this out. The Alpha of the Poldark pack is about to go live in front of your company located on the east side," Seth said, rushing over to my side.

Through the haze of clouds, I see it: a glowing, silver arrow, carved with the lethal, jagged insignia of the Shadowfang Syndicate, buried deep in the creature’s wing, the shaft vibrating with residual necrotic energy. We aren't safe. The rogues are still hunting, and they have the altitude advantage. We are spiraling, a plummeting stone in a dark, uncaring sky, and for the first time since the night began, I realize that Daryl Silverfang’s dominance isn't enough to stop the inevitable.

“Hahaha” Who is that? Fuck I know that it was the owner of this fucking shadow. “Show yourselves you freak! Fight like a true fighter! Not a pussy that was hiding through the shadow!” I shout in frustration. Slowly... The shadow disappeared and his true form appeared. A black man who has a big body and is wearing a black hood. He is grinning like a demon. And murmur. “Your dead hunter” What kind of creature was that?

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She was really surprised when Steven showed up in jeans and t-shirt but didn’t let it stop her. She’d hired a group of men to come in and do all the cooking. They had a huge setup as far as grills went and they promised to have enough food to feed the horde that had showed up to help. By noon everyone was starving and thirsty, for lunch everyone got a pulled pork sandwich and drinks and then was back to work. She was even amazed herself at the amount of work that could be done in just a few hours. When four rolled around the barn was finished repairs had been made, the stables were now ready for any livestock, and the holding pens had been repaired. They had even gotten the majority, of the

Those people were the same people who taunted Shadow and exploited her feelings. They took Shadow for granted, and for that, he hated them. “SO…” He mumbled it, watching all the important figures of SO unmoving on the floor. “SQE…” And the SQE members who were slightly in better shape than SO. “He- hey~!” The blonde man that was wearing a sleeveless knee-length hoodie - with the striped white and black like a jail residence and the ears of a hyena planted on the hoodie - raised his hand at them. “I don’t take her for granted.”

The thoroughbred leads us through the rest of the village, uninterrupted. ‘Shadowguard is a few hours away. We’ll make camp here for the night,’ Sir Hugo says, getting down off the horse, pulling me down. He links the chain, on my cuffs, around the base of a tree. Aside from this one tree, there isn't much else around. There’s lots of dirt, a few random tufts of grass, and a few tiny, brittle, leafless trees, with random dead sticks and twigs surrounding them. ‘That’ll stop you from running off,’ he says, stuffing the cuff key in his breeches pocket.