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Chapter 41 : Time To Go

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Lyra POV

The village no longer smoldered, but the memory of fire clung to the air. Wolves moved like wraiths among the half-charred huts, gathering what remained - bundles of dried meat, cloaks patched and fraying, a few carved weapons that hummed faintly with old runes. Children clutched their mothers’ hems, wide-eyed, while elders whispered prayers in voices too brittle to hold conviction.

Moera stood at the center of the square, spine straight as a spear. She was not tall, not like Ekreth or even Nyxar, but the ground seemed to anchor itself beneath her bare feet. Her braid hung to her hip, streaked with iron-gray, and her eyes glowed faintly with something not wholly mortal. The oldest blood of wolves, Lyra realized again. Gods still whispered through her veins.

Lyra stepped beside her, cloak brushing ash. “We’ll take them south,” she said. “Ekreth knows a path.”

Moera’s gaze slid to the dragon where he lingered at the edge of the square. Even in human form, he was unmistakable -
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    The caravan pressed south as dusk bled into night.Lanterns swung from carts, their glow catching in the wolves’ eyes as they padded along the road. The rhythm of hooves, the creak of wooden wheels, the occasional sharp bark of command from Moera filled the silence.Lyra rode a little behind the front now, letting her gaze drift over the line of weary bodies. She caught glimpses of children asleep against their mothers’ shoulders, of wolves trotting at the edges, hackles raised against shadows. And further back - Vaeleth, walking with fire still coiled in her every step, Ekreth a silent tower at her side.It was all so fragile. A column of lives strung together on the edge of ruin.Her thoughts spiraled tighter until a voice cut through them.“You’re grinding your teeth again.”Lyra blinked. Nyxar had pulled his horse closer, keeping pace with hers. He leaned slightly in the saddle, a half-smile tugging at his mouth.“I don’t grind my teeth,” she said.“You do,” he countered. “Always

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    Lyra POV The village no longer smoldered, but the memory of fire clung to the air. Wolves moved like wraiths among the half-charred huts, gathering what remained - bundles of dried meat, cloaks patched and fraying, a few carved weapons that hummed faintly with old runes. Children clutched their mothers’ hems, wide-eyed, while elders whispered prayers in voices too brittle to hold conviction.Moera stood at the center of the square, spine straight as a spear. She was not tall, not like Ekreth or even Nyxar, but the ground seemed to anchor itself beneath her bare feet. Her braid hung to her hip, streaked with iron-gray, and her eyes glowed faintly with something not wholly mortal. The oldest blood of wolves, Lyra realized again. Gods still whispered through her veins.Lyra stepped beside her, cloak brushing ash. “We’ll take them south,” she said. “Ekreth knows a path.”Moera’s gaze slid to the dragon where he lingered at the edge of the square. Even in human form, he was unmistakable -

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