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24. Flower's Embrace

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Freya woke in stillness. Not the stillness of despair, but the breathless calm before a storm. Her body ached, but the pain no longer ruled her. Something had shifted, not just in her bones, but in the air itself.

The mark was whole. Completed. She could feel it thrumming under her skin, tethering her to Ragnar like a thread spun from fire and ice. But where once it had burned, now it pulsed with something else. Deeper. Older. As though a door had been forced open, and something forgotten had begun to breathe again.

Why was all of this happening now? The visions. The past life. She knew something was thrumming in her soul, but what triggered it? Perhaps the marking...

She sat up slowly. Her limbs trembled, but they obeyed. Her wolf stirred faintly, a fragile flicker like a dying ember coaxed back to life. The Obsidian Wing was cloaked in silence. No guards. No footsteps. No sound but the whisper of the wind against the high glass windows.

She was tired of staying in those four walls.
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Valentina Rodano
Oh here, we go again
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Choo Anna
as much as she wanted to understand her past and what so ever.I need to understand her motive as well...
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Justin seagul
waiting for the update
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