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Chapter Eight five: When the world holds it's breath

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Aria’s POV

The world was bleeding.

I felt it before anyone spoke a word—before the alarms rang, before the warriors shouted orders, before the ground trembled hard enough to send cracks through stone.

It was like a slow siphoning beneath my skin.

As if something vast and merciless had sunk its claws into the bones of the earth and was drinking.

I pressed my palm to my chest, breath hitching as the air around me grew heavy, charged with wrongness. Magic—wild, ancient magic—was being torn away from the land. I could feel ley lines screaming, their energy unraveling like frayed thread.

“The ritual…” I whispered.

Selene stirred uneasily inside me.

Yes, she said grimly. He has begun.

Outside, chaos erupted.

Horns blared—low and urgent—echoing through the pack lands. Warriors poured into the open, armor clanking, weapons flashing as they took formation with the precision of those who had trained their whole lives for this moment.

For war.

I straightened, forcing my fear down. I couldn’t aff
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