Chapter 20
Unknown POV Deep in the heart of Everdeen Woods, where the trees grow so thick that sunlight never touches the forest floor, I stir. I lift my head and breathe in the scent that has been calling to me for months. She is close. So close. My memories are fragments now, scattered like broken glass across the centuries. But I remember enough. I remember the war that raged through these very woods twenty-five years ago. I remember the taste of werewolf blood, the satisfying crack of their bones, the way their Alpha screamed when I tore his mate apart. And I remember the binding. The wolves were clever, those war-hardened Alphas. When they couldn't kill me—when their claws and fangs proved useless against something already dead—they trapped me instead. Bound me to these cursed woods wi
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