The news of Korgan’s death struck Zebub with a force that seemed to ripple through her core, yet she refused to break. Instead, that shock became the spark for her complete unraveling. The woman who once moved through our halls with silk and grace, her scent of rare spices and false promises lingering in the air, was gone. In her place stood something colder, causing the atmosphere to grow frigid and thick with the scent of stagnant water and tarnished copper.Her face began to ripple and shift, skin stretching over her cheekbones until it resembled fragile, translucent parchment. Her eyes, once a murky gold, drained into a solid, pupil-less void of shimmering violet, an impossible shade that defied nature. Even Vance, who had spent months sharing her bed and secrets, recoiled in horror. His face paled as he stumbled back from the stage’s edge, staring at her with unfiltered terror.“You... you’re not a wolf,” Vance managed to stammer, devoid of its usual authority. “What have I bro
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