Balthuman Stories

As Poppy and Tora stepped off the train, she immediately felt the air grow clearer, the atmosphere lighter-almost unreal. All around the quiet city rose towering snowy mountains, breathtaking in their beauty and humbling in their silence. In this bright, crystalline light, even Tora's eyes seemed sharper, almost luminous. Yet Poppy felt more lost than she ever had in her life. She didn't know what awaited her here-what her future would look like, when she might return to Narin City... or if she ever would. And beneath all those questions was the one that haunted her most: who was she, really? What were her origins? Why was she being hunted? And what connection did she have to the mafia's shadowed world? Tora, closer to her than ever yet somehow distant, carried his own turmoil. Alone with her in this isolated house deep in the snow-covered mountains, he struggled to bridge the growing space between them. Fear for her safety gnawed at him constantly, making every moment a battle between instinct and emotion. Could their love survive the clan wars tearing their world apart? Would Quinceton Balthuman manage to control the Balthuman Clan alone, without Tora-his most trusted bodyguard, his enforcer? And what of Erdene, Jacob, Mirabelle, Danae, and Poppy's grandmother, Kim-would they remain safe? Or had Poppy become the greatest danger of all, more than Tora, more threatening than the Balthuman Clan itself? Would people die because of the truth buried within her-an identity she didn't even understand? In the mountains of Narin, the wind carries secrets... and not all of them are meant to be heard.

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