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Chapter 121 : White Wolf Run

작가: Pixie Snow
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-09 23:48:18

Lyra POV

The shift came easier than she expected. No pain. No resistance. Just a rushing heat in her veins and then a spreading stillness, as if her body had always been waiting to become this.

She landed on four paws. And blinked.

White.

She turned her head, catching the shimmer of pale fur in her peripheral vision. Her coat gleamed silver-white under the filtered sunlight of rising day - soft and wild, almost glowing against the cracked stones of the temple floor.

"White?" she asked silently.

"White," her wolf answered, proud and certain. "You are not what they made you, Lyra. You are what you were born to be. But the resurection changed few things in us. "

A strange mix of awe and peace settled in her chest. Before she could dwell on it, Nyxar’s wolf bounded past her - a living shadow made of wind and storm. Powerful. Whole. And undeniably happy. He nudged her, circling like a restless orbit, and her heart lifted at the sight.

The joy in his movements was contagious. She gave a qui
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