Chapter 23 Whispers in the Kennel

The kennels of the Crimson Fortress had always smelled of fear — old straw, damp fur, and the metallic sting of obedience. But that night, something different moved through the stale air. Something dangerous.

It wasn’t a shout. It wasn’t defiance.

It was a whisper.

Aiden.

The name passed from mou...

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