Chapter 47 Beneath The Blade Of Judgment

• Dawn was bitterly cold. The sky still bore the purplish hue of a twilight that refused to die. Each breath rose in the air like mist, as if the forest itself were breathing alongside them. In the center of the clearing, silence hung thick—like a damp shroud no one dared to tear.
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• Zean, still mounted, had Daelan’s sword aimed straight at his throat. A stolen blade, stained with the remnants of the earlier conflict. The Alpha’s eyes gleamed with that familiar blend of restrained fury and buried pain—an expression Ellie was only beginning to understand.