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Chapter 8
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2026-06-23 23:17:09Kael
I don't sleep. Again. But it isn't the bond keeping me on my feet tonight.
It's the arithmetic, and it will not leave me be.
She is a silver wolf. Goddess-touched, the oldest blood there is, the bloodline the elders swore was gone from the world, and she woke it, the warriors are whispering up and down the barracks, woke it the night she nearly died.
Five years ago. At the treeline. My treeline. The one I marched her out through with my
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