Chapter 105

• KYLE’S POV
• The forest was still. A heavy mist hung low, curling around the ancient trunks like serpents guarding secrets no one dared to unveil. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal canopy, casting ghostly patterns on the forest floor as I walked deeper into the heart of darkness.
• My expression? Unreadable. Stoic. But beneath the calm façade was a storm waiting to explode—a lethal force that wouldn’t hesitate to snap a neck if threatened.