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Chapter 9: Power Awakens Too Early

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The cave was a cathedral of ice, translucent and shimmering under the refracted light of the setting moon. Inside, the silence was so heavy it felt physical.

Kael remained on his knees, his forehead practically touching the frozen ground. The Alpha who had commanded legions, who had stared down the High Council without blinking, was now reduced to a man trembling before a five-year-old child.

Aeron’s hand was still on Kael’s cheek. The boy didn't pull away. Unlike his mother, whose aura was a j
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