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Chapter 41 : Into the Wolf’s Den
Author: FelconLee
last update2026-02-22 02:44:13

Alden’s POV

“Hoseman!”

My voice tore from my throat and vanished into the trees.

For a moment there was nothing, only the steady rush of the river sliding past stone.

Then I began walking toward the cave.

Each step felt like stepping across a threshold I could not uncross.

The entrance yawned wide and low, its mouth carved naturally into the hillside where the river bent. Water streamed from within, thin rivulets threading over rock and pooling into the current below. The air spilling from it w
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