The Flames

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The sounds of c*****e that erupted in the cavern below were not of this earth. As Finn dragged me towards the narrow, ascending mouth of an ancient mining shaft, I looked back just once. Lucian hadn't just shifted; he had become a nightmare of jagged muscle and jet-black fur, a beast forged in twenty years of solitary madness. He hit Kaelin’s Elite Trackers like a freight train. The sickening crunch of bone and the yelps of dying wolves echoed off the raw silver walls, mingling with my father’s demonic, booming laughter. "Don't look, Selina! Climb!" Finn ordered, his hand firmly on the small of my back, pushing me into the dark, vertical tunnel. I scrambled up the slick rock, my obsidian claws instinctively sliding out to grip the damp stone. Elias scrambled right on my heels, sobbing b

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