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CHAPTER NINETEEN — The Weight of Becoming

Author: Crimson Shade
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-19 13:32:23

The sanctuary did not return to stillness.

It shifted.

The fire in the hearth burned with a steadier flame now, no longer flickering in response to Selene’s emotions but holding fast, as if it had learned the rhythm of her power and chosen to follow rather than flare. The wards hummed softly beneath the stone—low, resonant, alive.

Selene felt it everywhere.

Not as pressure.

Not as hunger.

As weight.

She stood slowly, guided by Rowan’s hands at her waist as her legs steadied beneath her. There was no weakness in her body, no ache at her throat where Lucien had fed—only a quiet, unfamiliar sense of density, like gravity had recalibrated itself around her.

Lucien watched her with sharp attention, his hunger banked, his composure restored—but something in his eyes had changed.

Calculation layered with awe.

“Do you feel different?” he asked.

Selene tilted her head, considering. “Yes. But no
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