Tyler
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Tyler stood at the edge of the clearing where his father had died.
The earth was still disturbed, the scent of old magic clinging to the air like smoke. Moonlight filtered through the trees, silver and cold, illuminating the place where everything had changed.
Where Ryker had taken everything from him.
His jaw clenched so hard it ached. “You didn’t even give him a chance,” he whispered into the night. “You didn’t let him explain. You didn’t let me say goodbye.”
The wind didn’t answer.
But someone else did.
“You blame him.”
The voice drifted from the shadows — soft, feminine, threaded with something ancient and dangerous. Tyler didn’t flinch. He’d been expecting her.
The witch stepped into the moonlight, her dark hair stirring in the breeze, her eyes glowing faintly with
