Chapter 21-Part Two: The Tearing
Fire bloomed on the southern ridge like a wound torn through the night. Screams followed. Raine ran. She didn’t feel the cold anymore. Didn’t feel her feet pound the earth. She was pure momentum—pulled by the invisible thread of her bond with Luca and the pulse of danger in the air. Her blood was still fresh on her arm. Her vision still trembled at the edges, fractured by what she’d seen—what she might become. She ran toward it anyway. Wren sprinted beside her, wolf-fast even in human form, her breath even and ready. “This is no scouting party,” she muttered grimly. “They’re here to finish something.” Raine didn’t ask what. She already knew. ⸻ The camp was chaos. Three tents had gone up in flames, devoured by green fire. Silas barked orders, sword drawn, clothes charred at the s
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