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The truth

Author: Blexin stories
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-31 03:12:45

The forest feels different today.

Quieter and heavier.

Every step toward the seer’s cabin makes my heart beat faster, as if it already knows the truths waiting for me. I didn’t tell Damon where I was going. Not because I wanted to deceive him,but because this is something I need to face alone.

The small cabin appears between the trees, exactly as before. Old wood. Moss along the edges. Smoke curling gently from the chimney.

She’s expecting me.

The door opens before I knock.

“You’ve come for yourself this time,” the seer says calmly.

I step inside, my hands clenched. “I need answers.”

She gestures for me to sit. The room smells of dried herbs and earth. Moonlight filters through the window, silver and soft.

“My mother,” I say immediately. “Was she… like me?”

The seer studies my face for a long moment, then nods.

“Yes.”

My breath catches.

“She was a wolf,” the seer continues, “but she carried witch blood.”

Tears sting my eyes. “And my father?”

“A full wolf. Loyal to the
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