CHAPTER NINE: THE REVENANT KING (Solomon’s POV)
Time stopped. Not slowed— Stopped.
The world narrowed to the man standing in front of me… The man who should not exist.
“Hello, Solomon.” That voice.
It clawed through memories I had buried deep—dragged through blood, fire, and grief.
“No…” Vincent whispered behind me. “That’s not possible.” But it was.
I stepped forward slowly, my wolf rising beneath my skin with violent, uncontrollable force.
“You died,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “I watched you die.” The man smiled.Not kindly, Not mockingly Knowingly. “Did you?” he asked.
My chest tightened. Because suddenly… I wasn’t sure. The Past That Refused to Stay Buried His face was the same.
Older, perhaps. Sharper. More hollow in a way that made him seem less human… less wolf.
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