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Chapter 9 - Nora

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Sleep didn’t come. Not really. Instead, I lay there on the giant Aurelian House bed, stiff as a board, the soft sheets pulled up to my chin like some worthless shield I didn’t believe in. Above me, the ceiling shimmered with faded sigils that blinked slowly to the beat of my heart. I ignored them. Tried to breathe slowly. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw teeth. I heard Briar’s snarl. I could feel their presence. The heat of them. Their hate. The tension of a fight I was already losing before it even began.

And then he showed up. Caelum. His voice, low and edged with something primal and unshakable, cut through my memory like a knife. “Back Off”. He hadn’t screamed. He hadn’t raised a hand. But the girls had scurried like whipped dogs, and I still didn’t know why. Or maybe I did. Because that dominance. That dominance wasn’t normal. Not really. It wasn’t just pack politics. It was older. It was primal. And it had been directed at them because of me.

That should have made me feel
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