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CHAPTER 21: Echoes of the Forgotten
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Kyara's POVEric's growl rippled around the clearing, a deep, deadly sound that shook my chest. I grabbed the blade closer, its cold weight anchoring me as the air became heavier. The shadow creatures circled, their warped bodies moving like ink on water, their eyes emitting an eerie light."Kyara," Eric whispered, his voice straining even in wolf shape. "We need a plan."A plan. My pulse raced through my ears as I looked at the dagger, its blade throbbing softly as if it had its heartbeat. My mother's words echoed in my mind: It's a weapon. One you were born to wield.But how?One of the beasts attacked its sharp claws slashing through the air. Eric leaped to meet it mid-attack, his gigantic body smashing with the shadow in a battle of sheer strength. The thing shrieked, a high-pitched noise that made me cringe."Focus, Kyara!" My father yelled, his voice piercing through the commotion. "The dagger—use it!"I tightened my grasp and took a step forward, my breath catching as another c
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Kyara's POVThe air around me felt colder and heavier as if the place was alive and pressing on my chest. Staring at the shadowy figure, my heart raced against my ribs. Its presence seemed to hinder the light from the room, leaving just an eerie flicker of flames on the walls."Who are you?" My voice was more steady than I felt, even if the pendant around my neck throbbed like a second heartbeat.The figure did not move, but its voice drifted through the air like smoke. "The better question, Kyara, is who are you?"I scowled, my fingers brushing across the blade's hilt by my side. "I am not playing games. Answer me."A low chuckle resounded throughout the chamber, sending shivers down my spine. "It's so spicy. "Just like your mom."The mention of her felt like a blow in the stomach. I tightened my grasp on the dagger. "What do you know about my mother?"The figure shifted slightly, and I thought I saw a gleam of eyes in the darkness. "More than you ever will. She was courageous, perha
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