Chapter 32
Gon The forest pressed in around me like a held breath, its silence broken only by the frantic beat of my pulse and the crunch of leaves under my boots. Shadows danced across the trunks in the dim light, twisting and elongating as if they were reaching for me. And then he stepped out. Bool-He. That grin—too wide, too confident—spread across his face, blood slick on his sleeve where my claws had grazed him. The stench of him hit me at once, sour and cloying, like meat gone bad left too long in the sun. My wolf bristled beneath my skin, hackles rising even though I stood on two legs. Every fiber of me screamed to rip his throat out, to silence that grin forever. He moved like water, slipping away from my strikes, darting between the shadows as though the night bent itself to his will. E
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