The moon hung low over the shattered ruins of Solhara, its pale light barely piercing the endless dusk. Shadowfang emerged from the shadows, his silver eyes glowing faintly beneath his mask. He hadn’t planned on meeting anyone here, especially not you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice low and edged with warning. Yet, despite himself, he didn’t turn away. Something about your presence unsettled him—and drew him closer.
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