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Chapter 66

Author: Meranda
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Nadia’s pov

The moonlight spilled through the tall arched windows, bathing the stone walls of the palace in a silvery sheen. I lay there beside Varic, his body warm and steady, the rhythm of his breathing grounding me yet sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, the weight of everything we’d endured bore down on my chest like a stone.

Sleep wouldn’t come.

Not even with Varic’s warmth beside me, or the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding me. My body longed to rest, but my mind refused to follow. So I slipped from the bed silently, wrapped myself in a robe, and padded barefoot down the long, echoing halls of the palace.

The stone was cold beneath my feet. The air was still.

Too still.

My wolf stirred, restless as if sensing something I didn’t yet understand. I told myself I only needed a walk. Just a few minutes to clear my head and shake off the weight pressing down on my chest.

Quietly, I slipped out from under the covers, careful not to wake him. He stirred, mumbling
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