Chapter 34
Bool-He The forest swallowed him whole. Each step crunched on brittle leaves, damp with evening dew, and the sound of hounds still howling in the distance brought a smile to his lips. Foolish mutts. Let them bark. Their noses would never follow him here. Bool-He leaned against a tree, the rough bark biting into his palm. His other hand pressed against the gash along his ribs—torn open when Gon’s men cornered his accomplice earlier that night. Son-Yu had squealed like a pig before the rope was tightened. Good. Let them believe they had cut off one arm of his scheme. A single arm could be sacrificed if it meant the body would grow stronger. He closed his eyes, drawing in a long, steadying breath. The scents of moss, fox, and wolf still lingered in his nose from the courtyard. He had seen
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