I left behind the market covered in corpses.
The wind carried the scents eastward, which worked in my favor.
If there were more lycans in the area, they hadn’t caught my scent yet.
And if they had, maybe they'd mistake my essence—now tangled with Lean’s—as something else.
Something… other.
Because that’s what we were now.
A new creature.
One body.
Two souls.
The streets grew emptier the further I moved from the center. The fake bustle had vanished. No pedestrians. No children. No pretend merchants. Only damp ruins, sagging rooftops, and cables dangling like broken nerves.
I cut through alleys, descended a rusted ramp once used by cargo trucks. I avoided open streets. I knew the lycans weren't the only eyes hunting me.
If Nox was behind all this, then the shadows belonged to him,
