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Chapter 16: The Spirit of the Moonstone Grove
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The world went quiet before it tried to tear itself apart.Luna noticed it in small ways at first: the way birds cut their chatter short and flitted low, hugging the trunks instead of lifting to the branches; the way squirrels, usually bold and noisy in the thinning forest, darted in straight, frantic lines, mouths full, as if trying to finish some urgent task before time ran out.The air tasted wrong.Too still.Too heavy.Snow had fallen off and on for days, a soft, constant veil that turned the world grey and muffled sound. Today, the sky had cleared without warning. The sun—weak and pale but visible—hung above a horizon that looked scrubbed clean.No wind stirred.Not even the thin breath that usually threaded through the pines.Her wolf prowled under her skin, uneasy.*Something,* it kept muttering. *Coming. Big.*Luna tugged her threadbare cloak tighter around her shoulders, scanning the slopes ahead.The land had opened gradually over the last day’s walking, trading dense fores
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Moonshadow: The Full Saga Chapter 16: The Spirit of the Moonstone Grove
She found it when she was too tired to be cautious and too heartsore to expect anything but more stone and trees.The day had been long even by Rogue Lands standards.She had walked from the first pale wash of dawn until the sun—what little of it pierced the cloud cover—slid west. Her legs ached with a deep, grinding fatigue; a dull throb had settled behind her eyes. The meager strip of dried meat she'd eaten at midday had done little to stop her stomach from complaining.The land had changed as she'd moved.The thick, tangled forest she'd become grudgingly accustomed to thinned, giving way in places to low, moss-cloaked boulders and patches of pale grass. Here and there, jagged teeth of stone thrust up through the soil, like an old jawbone pushing through skin.The air felt... clearer.Sharper.Each breath tasted less of rot and wet leaves and more of something clean that made the inside of her nose sting.She noticed it only in quick snatches between steps, at first—a hint, a whispe
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They found her scent first.Luna didn't see them. She *felt* them—long before a face or a blade broke through the trees.It was early afternoon. The sky sat low and sullen, a flat lid of grey cloud that smothered the light and made the world feel closer, heavier. The air held that damp chill that seeped into joints and refused to leave.She was following a narrow deer path along the side of a shallow ravine, her pack light on her shoulders, Elia's knife at her belt. The ground was soft underfoot, the soil dark and rich from recent rain.She'd just knelt to examine a set of fresh hoofprints when the wind shifted.At first, it brought familiar things: wet earth, the spoor of old rabbit droppings, the faint tang of fungus.Then another scent slid under those.Sweat. Old blood. Smoke that had soaked into clothes and never fully left. The sharp, sour bite of too many bodies living too close with not enough water to wash.Wolf.Not Moonshadow.Rogue.More than one.Every hair on the back of
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