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Our trek was quiet, and though the warriors’ footsteps were steady, something uncomfortable nudged at me. I couldn’t place what it was, but the hairs on my neck rose. With each step, the sensation of being watched intensified, and a cold warning coursed down my spine. Thorn didn’t appear to be affected, and no one else did, either. Maybe my anxiety was getting the best of me. What’s wrong? Thorn connected, sensing my unease through our mate bond. He stiffened beside me, tugging me closer to him. I know this sounds weird, but I feel like we’re being watched. A shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t kick the sinking suspicion. Thorn scanned the area, and his breath caught. Something is following us on your side and slightly behind us. I hadn’t noticed it. I glanced over my shoulder, frown
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