Chapter thirty two
The world was burning by the time I returned. Flames licked the horizon as smoke coiled into the clouds. The forests were no longer green—they were ash and bone. The path to the Silver Fang territory had become a battlefield, and every step I took felt like I was walking through the ruins of something sacred. And Kael was waiting at the gates. He stood alone, armor streaked with blood, his eyes unreadable. “Where is Alaric?” he asked. I didn’t answer right away. Because I saw the guilt in his posture before I even said the words. “You knew,” I said. Kael’s jaw clenched. “Knew what?” “About the prophecy. About my child. About what I am.” His silence was confirmation. “You knew,” I repeated, louder. “And you didn’t tell me.” He stepped forward. “Because I wanted to protect you.”
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