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Chapter Three: A Path of Steel and Shadows
Eryk awoke with a start, the pale light of dawn seeping through the small cracks in the walls. His body ached, the sheets tangled around his legs as if he’d been restless all night. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, his skin cold and damp with sweat. The vision of the wolf, the weight of its words, had not faded. If anything, they lingered even more heavily than before.
His mind felt clouded, as though the world around him was shifting in ways he couldn’t yet understand. Was he truly the Chosen One? Was the prophecy real?
He shook his head, trying to dispel the fog. The more he thought about it, the more the questions piled up—What was the King of Wolves? Why did it seek him out? And, most importantly, What did it mean for him, for his future?
The need to find answers gnawed at him, pulling him from his bed. He couldn’t stay here, trapped in these four walls. Not today. Not when he felt so far from himself.
Eryk dressed quickly, his movements stiff, and made his way downstairs. The small cottage was quiet, the only sound the crackle of the hearth fire that Torin had tended before heading out to tend to the livestock.
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