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The Chronicles of Lycanthorin

Chapter 6 The veil

Word Count: 1098    |    Released on: 24/03/2025

ring wheel, swearing under her breath. "Oh, come on! Who the hell did I piss off to deserve this?" She turned the key again, but the engine only coughed weakly before fa

re with a car that had decided to give up on her. Her mind drifted as she sat there, the weight of everything pressing down on

sure she was losing her mind. The wolf from her dreams flashed in her mind-his silver fur, those molten-gold eyes. His voice, deep and urgent. *Find me. Time is running out.* She shook her head, trying to clear the image. "I'm going crazy," she muttered

er shoulder, her nerves on edge. Was she being followed? The hunters had found her once-what was stopping them from finding her again? "Who the hell wants to kill me?" she muttered, her voice barely above a whis

he pavement. Her mind raced, replaying the last few days-the attack, Miriam's warnings, the dream. It all felt like pieces of a puzzle she couldn't quite put together. And now, here she wa

de her skin prickle. Zariah approached it cautiously, her boots crunching on the gravel. The card in her hand felt warm, almost alive. "This is it," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "A wal

t blurring into streaks of light and shadow. She stumbled forward, her stomach lurching as the world spun around her. And then she was falling. --- When her feet hit solid ground agai

rowl of unseen creatures. Zariah took a step forward, her boots sinking into the soft earth. The forest was alive, the trees whispering in a language she

anyone there?" The rustling grew louder, and then a pair of glowing golden eyes appeared in the darkness. Zariah's breath hitched. The wolf from her dreams

e transformation was complete, he stood before her-tall, muscular, his blonde hair catching the moonlight, his golden eyes burning into hers. Zariah's breath caught. He looked like something out of a dream-or a nightmare. His presence was overwhelming, his energy crackling lik

ips sent a shiver down her spine. "What? she whispered. He didn't answer. Instead, he reached out, his hand hovering near her face. "You're safe now," he said. Za

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