Chapter 21
The battlefield pulsed under my feet.
The Hollowbone Valley, a place where thousands of my kind had bled, screamed, and died, was alive again. Only this time, I was the one doing the screaming.
Above, the blood moon hung fat and low, bleeding light across the cliffs and corpses. Behind me, Kael radiated divine heat shirtless, glowing, wild-eyed. Our bond buzzed hot with feral urgency.
And in front of me stood the Huntress.
Divine assassin.
Servant of the Moon Goddess.
Slayer of omegas.
She floated an inch off the ground, bones swirling around her like orbiting blades. Her eyes glowed silver, and every inch of her armor was laced with the bones of the murdered. My kin. My blood.
“You are a mistake,” she said. “A fracture in the cycle that must be healed through fire.”
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