chapter 67
Chapter 67 – A New Shadow Rises The silence after war is never quiet. It hums. It hums in the halls of Ashridge, where warriors walk with hollow eyes. It hums in Seraphina’s chest, where the pulse of something ancient beats louder each night. And it hums in the dark corners of the realm, where forgotten gods begin to stir. --- Days passed. The walls of Ashridge were reinforced. Scouts sent word of crumbled Council camps, some abandoned, others destroyed by unknown forces. Strange markings were found carved into the trees—symbols no wolf recognized. In the war chamber, Seraphina traced the patterns on a map. "This isn’t the Council." "No," Draven said grimly. "This is something worse." --- Meanwhile, in the North. The mist coiled around a forgotten mountain temple as cloaked figu
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