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CHAPTER 88: Shadows' Claim
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The Prophecy's Pawn CHAPTER 89: Whispers in the Dark
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Kyara's POVEric's gaze fixed on me, the room's shadows flitting across his face as if the torchlight itself was hesitant to illuminate him completely. I could feel his anxiety in the hard grasp his hands had on my shoulders, his chest rising and falling with erratic breaths."A door that ends everything?" His voice was sharp, even accusatory, but underlying it, I could sense the dread he was attempting to hide.I nodded, but my throat seemed too thick to speak. My arm throbbed where the mark pulsed like a second heartbeat, and the blistering sensations became dull but persistent. The pictures that had just flashed through my head stayed behind my closed eyes. The battlefield. The Throne. The bloodstream.Eric sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair. "Kyara, you aren't making sense. What exactly does that mean? What happens at the end? Us? What about the packs? "The world?"I swallowed hard. "I don't know." My voice was faint and shaking with the weight of what I had jus
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Kyara's POVThe room was filled with tension. The stillness between Eric and myself was like a war in itself, with both of us waiting for the other to make the next move. His eyes burned into me, angry and merciless, while mine kept falling to the dagger on the cold stone floor, its black blade saying things I couldn't hear but could feel."I can't let you do this." His speech was low and methodical as if he were holding himself together with sheer willpower.I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the wall to support my shaky legs. "And I can't let you destroy it."Eric exhaled sharply, sliding a palm down his face. Do you hear yourself, Kyara? That thing might bring an end to everything. Packs. Humans. The balance of our world. It's not a toy to play 'figure it out' with!""It's not a toy!" My voice cut through the tension, sharper than I wanted. "You think I don't understand what is at risk here? I felt it, Eric. I felt what it was capable of. But we don't even know the
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Kyara's POVThe hands were so cold, they burned. They wrapped around my ankles and dragged me down through the broken dirt. My cry echoed into the darkness, but no one responded."Kyara!" Eric's voice was distant and muted as if he were calling me from behind a wall. My arms flailed, the dagger still in my possession, its glow struggling against the looming blackness.The ground swallowed me whole.I dropped, plunging through a hole where time was meaningless. My chest heaved with panic, and the air was heavy and oppressive. My mind raced, a jumbled mess of terror and defiance. The dagger pulsed in my grasp, steady and unrelenting, its warmth my only connection to reality.The fall came to an abrupt halt, just as it had begun.I landed on something solid, and my knees buckled from the shock. The environment around me was strange—a vast expanse of gloomy mist stretching indefinitely. The air shimmered with an unearthly brightness, similar to moonlight trapped in water."Where am I?" My
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Kyara's POVThe man emerged from the swirling vortex, his motions unnervingly fluid as if gliding through the air. His presence devoured everything around him, including light and sound, making the air feel heavier. The runes inscribed into his torso shone in time with the dagger in my fingers, pulsing at the same rate as my heartbeat."Who are you?" I forced the words out, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to remain composed.His lips formed a keen, knowing smile. "I am the shadow of every choice you were afraid to make. The wolf lives in every man's heart. "You can call me Solan."Eric growled and moved closer to me, his claws expanding as his protective instincts sparked. "Stay back, Kyara," he urged with gritted teeth. "This thing isn't just any wolf.""I'm offended," Solan declared, tilting his head mockingly. "I am not merely a wolf. I am the Wolf. The first, forgotten, and forsaken. And you, Kyara,"—his brilliant gaze seared into mine—"woke me up."The dagger in my palm
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