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The forest was alive with the pulse of danger.Mateo’s breath came fast, sweat beading on his brow as he tightened his grip on Isabella’s hand and pulled her through the tangled underbrush. Behind them, shadows darted between the trees—too many to count. Too close.“Elena!” Mateo barked over his shoulder, his voice sharp with urgency.“I’m here!” she replied, sprinting to their side, her blade flashing in the moonlight.The three of them moved as one unit, but doubt gnawed at Mateo’s mind like a vulture picking at a carcass. Elena. The woman who had fought beside them, bled beside them, and saved Isabella more than once. But who was she?And why had their enemies been able to breach their defenses so easily?“Something’s wrong,” Isabella panted, her eyes wide with fear but sharp with instinct. “They’re not chasing us like they should.”Mateo’s chest tightened. She was right. It felt off—like they were being herded.They burst into a small clearing, breathless, surrounded by ancient sto
Last Updated : 2025-04-07CHAPTER FORTY - TWO
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Silence hung heavy in the air as Mateo's words echoed off the cavern walls. "It’s him. My father."Elena's breath caught in her throat. Luca gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, his knuckles white. Isabella stepped back, her eyes wide with disbelief, flicking between Mateo and the shadowed figure that had haunted them from the very beginning.Mateo's father emerged from the shadows, a cruel smirk curling his lips. His eyes, dark and cold, scanned the group with a familiarity that made Isabella's skin crawl."I always wondered how long it would take you to figure it out, son," he sneered, his voice a venomous blend of mockery and pride. "You’ve grown, but not enough to outsmart me."Mateo’s jaw clenched. His heart pounded like war drums in his chest, every beat roaring in his ears. Memories flooded him—memories of a father who had once held his hand and taught him to fight, only to vanish without a trace, leaving behind a hollow ache that never healed."You were dead," Mateo growled,
Last Updated : 2025-04-07CHAPTER FORTY - THREE
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The forest held its breath.Mateo’s father stood before them, a cruel twist of a smile carved into his face, as if he’d been waiting years for this very moment. Shadows from the gnarled trees clung to his figure like loyal sentries. Around them, his men emerged from the thicket, weapons raised, closing off every possible escape route. The cold bite of inevitability pressed against Luca’s chest, but he refused to let panic settle."Nowhere left to run," Mateo’s father sneered, his voice like gravel over broken glass.Mateo’s jaw tightened, his body a coil of restrained fury. "You never gave me a choice," he growled, stepping in front of Isabella instinctively. His father’s eyes flicked to the movement, cold amusement dancing in their depths."No, son," he replied darkly. "You just never understood the choices that mattered."Elena’s gaze swept the clearing, calculating. She stepped slightly to the left, eyes catching Luca’s. A silent exchange passed between them, a spark of unspoken str
Last Updated : 2025-04-11CHAPTER FORTY- FOUR
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The storm rolled in like a wild beast, winds snapping through the forest canopy as lightning clawed at the sky. Rain fell in slanting sheets, cold and relentless, masking their movements as they pushed deeper into enemy territory.They didn’t speak much. Words felt too heavy now, too fragile against the weight of what was coming. But every glance between them — every brief touch of reassurance — built something stronger than fear: resolve.Mateo led the way, soaked to the bone, face cut and bruised, but his eyes were alive with a fire that refused to die. Isabella stayed close at his side, their fingers brushing from time to time, grounding each other in the storm of their fate. Elena, still a shadow of mystery and grit, navigated the forest with uncanny precision, her knife always at the ready. Luca covered their backs, eyes sharp and unwavering, pain radiating from his wounded shoulder, but ignored.They were running toward danger, not away from it.“Elena,” Mateo called over the ro
Last Updated : 2025-04-11
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