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Chapter 11: The Counting

Author: Akaza Writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 18:09:40

The days blurred together.

Luan stopped marking the calendar. The numbers made her feel like a prisoner counting down to execution. Cass noticed. He did not say anything. He simply took the marker and drew a sun over the wall of dates.

What are you doing? she asked.

Changing the view.

She almost smiled.

They trained in the mornings. Ran in the afternoons. Spent the nights tangled together in the narrow bed, not always touching, not always talking. Just being. The wolf was quieter now. It had ta
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