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Chapter 21: The Morning After
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2026-01-07 09:00:12The transition from the blinding violet heat of the Silver Peaks to the sterile, pine-scented silence of the Blackwood infirmary felt like a death in itself. Silas Blackwood struggled against the heavy pull of unconsciousness, his mind a fractured mirror of the night before. He remembered the roar of the Blood-Moon King, the bone-chilling cold of the portal energy, and then—the face.
He remembered Lyra.Not the weak, scentless girl in the frayed dress, but a woman forged in the heart of a star. Her sapphire eyes had burned with a light that didn't belong to this world, and the power she had unleashed had made the very mountains tremble.Silas gasped, a sharp, searing pain lancing through his shoulder. He tried to sit up, but a heavy hand pushed him back down."Careful, Alpha. The silver-mace did more than just break the bone. It tried to rot the spirit."Silas blinked, his vision slowly clearing. He wasn't looking at his pack healer. He w
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