The Shattered Prophecy
Chapter 30: The Silent Return
Eryk floated.
Or was he being carried?
He couldn’t tell.
He couldn’t move.
He couldn’t feel anything except the rhythmic drag of something large and warm pulling him through the underbrush. His body ached, broken in ways that went beyond the physical. Every breath was a struggle. Every heartbeat a distant echo.
He tried to open his eyes, but only caught fragments—a blur of green, the shimmer of moonlight through leaves, the rustle of branches as something passed beneath them.
His skin brushed against soft, thick fur.
The King of Wolves.
He could not see the creature’s face, but he knew. The presence was unmistakable—ancient, untamed, primal.
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