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The Pressure of Choice

Author: Joey Signet
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-24 21:21:55

Sera POV

The cold that morning felt different. Not sharper, not harsher, just heavier, as if it had weight instead of bite. It settled into my bones while the forest slowly came awake, and I knew before I saw anyone moving that Ravenwood was holding itself too tightly.

Nothing here was casual anymore.

Wolves crossed the clearing with intention, their movements careful, their attention fixed outward instead of inward. No one lingered without reason. No one moved without being seen. I felt it in
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