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121. Strategic assault round

مؤلف: Hannah Uzzy
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Nalini

The day of the tournament arrived like a held breath finally released—too fast, too loud, too heavy to escape.

I woke before the sun, my body already humming with a nervous energy that felt nothing like excitement. It felt like warning. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, pacing in slow, uneasy circles, as though she sensed something I did not yet understand. I lay still on the narrow dorm bed, staring at the ceiling while the sounds of the academy came alive outside—boots on stone, distant shouts, the metallic clang of training weapons being hauled into place.

Today was not just a competition.

It was a reckoning.

By the time I dressed and stepped outside, Silvermist Academy no longer felt like the place I had known. Banners hung from the high towers, silver and blue snapping sharply in the morning wind. The air was thick with layered scents—adrenaline, wolf musk, iron, old stone warmed by rising heat. Packs had begun to gather around the arena, voices rough with antic
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