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CHAPTER 66: Shadows of the Heart

Author: C. JAMES
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-13 22:05:33
Kyara’s POV

The 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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