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Clutching her chest, Laila forced her tired, wounded legs to keep moving. A trail of blood marked her path, but she didn’t stop—not even to heal herself.

She’d rather face a Lycan and die quickly than stay here in this cursed place.

The mist began to rise between the graves as if it had a life of its own, swirling around her legs like ghostly hands trying to grab hold of her.

Laila ran, terrified—she had never felt such fear in her life. As she passed under the weeping willow, its bran