~THE SHADOW PACK~

~ANIKA VALERION~

I heard it again.

The horn.

I froze. My mind snapped back to the question haunting me—what triggered the illusion of my mother?

The memory crashed over me...

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“Mother?”

Shock rooted me to the floor.

How?

The woman who died in the massacre months after my birth. The ghost haunting my nightmares for years.

“Mother?” I called again. My voice trembled as I waited for an answer.

None came.

I took a frantic step forward, reaching out.

But the moment my fingers brushed the air, her figure trembled and dissolved into silver smoke, vanishing completely.

An illusion.

A crafted illusion.

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The horn grew...