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Chapter 50: Echoes That Refuse to Break

Author: Kripa Shankar Sharma
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Chapter 50: Echoes That Refuse to Break

The valley had never felt so goddamn small.

I stood on the ridge with the night wind clawing at my fur like it wanted pieces of me, and every note of that song rose from the clearing below like it was trying to crawl inside my ribs and nest there. For weeks I had kept it quiet on purpose. Soft as breath on fur. Hidden under chores and patrols. Something the pack could carry without Sira ever realizing it was meant for her. Patience is a weapon I have sharp
Kripa Shankar Sharma

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