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Kyara's POVThe cavern was filled with pandemonium. Shadows writhed and twisted about Eric and me, like a creature playing with its victim. Victor's laughter resounded, piercing and icy, as if mocking the entire concept of resistance. My pulse beat in my ears, but I refused to give up."Stay back, Kyara!" Eric yelled, his golden eyes burning, as his shackles blazed with black energy, dragging him down. The tension on his face broke my heart, yet I tightened my fists."I'm not leaving you," I said, my voice harsh with fury. "Not right now." "Not ever."Victor moved closer, and the shadows parted about him like loyal puppies. "How charming," he replied, his voice full of disdain. "But love cannot save you here, tiny wolf. "You're out of your depth."The symbol on my hand burned intensely as if to deny his words. I looked at it, its light a defiant beacon amid the oppressive darkness."You talk too much," I said, coming forward. My voice remained strong, even though my legs seemed ready t
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Kyara’s POVThe frigid wind blew on my face as Eric and I stood paralyzed in the field. The moonlight gave everything a faint, silvery shine, but it did nothing to alleviate the chill. Victor's voice resonated in the distance, low and taunting, but powerful."Welcome to my domain, little wolf," he murmured, emerging from the shadows as if the darkness itself had produced him. The enormous stronghold loomed behind him, its jagged spires slicing through the night sky like terrible teeth.I tightened my grasp on Eric's hand, pulling strength from its warmth. He hugged back, a subtle reassurance that I wasn't going through this alone.Victor's smile deepened as he approached, his movements unnervingly smooth. "What do you think about my sanctuary?" Fitting, isn't it? "A place where darkness thrives and hope perishes.""You talk too much," I shouted back, my tone harder than I felt. My tattoo pulsed softly, a reminder that I carried something Victor feared—or, at least, desired.Victor laug
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