CURSED BY MOON, BOUNDED BY BLOOD
chapter 35
Grimalkin
“Touchy. But I’d keep that temper in check, Alpha. The forest doesn’t like loud noises. It… reacts.”
As if on cue, the whispers return, louder now, carrying with them distorted echoes of Patrick’s and Lily’s own voices, warped and mocking. Lily stumbles slightly, clutching her head.
lily
(gasping)
“They’re… in my mind.”
patrick
(placing a steadying hand on her shoulder)
“Block them out. Focus on my voice. Just mine.”
Grimalkin
(casually, continuing forward)
“Oh, they’re not in your mind, cub. They’re feeding on it. Better keep moving, or you might lose more than memories.”
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