Page 213 of Marked By His Hunger

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The realization hit too late.

I wasn’t just raising them.

I was claiming them.

An army.

The room shattered.

The past and present collapsed into each other.

And somewhere—through all of it—I felt him.

Raven.

Fury.

Fear.

Possession.

The bond snapped tight—and for the first time—I understood something terrifying.

I wasn’t the only one becoming something new.

We both were.

And whatever I had just unleashed—it wasn’t going to stay contained for long.

Chapter 27-Draugr

Something tore through me.

Not pain.

Not quite.

It was so much worse.

It was absence.

Hers.

I stopped mid-step in the northern corridor of the Asgarheim Runevald Institute, the ancient stone beneath my boots humming faintly with warded magic—and then going still.

Too still.

The bond—Gods.

The bond snapped.

Not broken.

Never broken.

But pulled so violently it felt as if something were dragging Serena out of the world entirely.

“Serena!”

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