Chapter 277

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The forest should not have been this quiet.

We walked deeper into the northern ridge, my patrol following behind me in a tight formation — Malcor on my left, Alessio on my right, Aethel watching the shadows.

The wind was wrong.

No scent. No birds. No heartbeat—

And then—A tug.

Sharp. Suddenly. Horrifying.

The bond jolted in my chest like someone had reached inside my ri