THIRTY-FOUR: THE HUNTER IN THE DARK
They came again that night. Not wolves. Not rogues. Something else. The cave didn’t warn them with sound. It warned them with absence. Even the wind outside the entrance seemed to hesitate—like the mountain itself recognized something it didn’t want to name. Bright felt them first. His entire posture changed before a single footstep landed outside. Not gradually. Instantly. Like a switch flipping inside him. His hand shot out and closed around Ember’s wrist. Hard. Controlled. “Inside,” he said. One word. Absolute. Ember didn’t argue. She didn’t need to. She felt it too now—pressure approaching from multiple directions, disciplined and evenly spaced. Not chaotic like wolves. Not emotional like rogues. Structured. Honed. They moved fast. Too fast for conversation. Ba
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