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Darker

Author: Armisteads
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-08 00:23:54

(Selene’s POV)

Sleep didn’t come easily that night.

Not because of the rogues. Not because of the mission.

Because of Fenrir.

His words kept replaying in my mind—soft, steady, patient in a way that scared me more than any enemy ever had. I wasn’t used to someone stepping toward me instead of away. I wasn’t used to someone choosing to stay.

And I definitely wasn’t used to the way that choice made something in me shift.

But I pushed all that aside and focused on the report in front of me. Rogue activity on the western border. Traces of something else mixed in with the scent—something older, sharper, almost… unnatural.

I didn’t like it.

A soft knock echoed at my door. I stopped for a moment knowing already who it was.

“Come in,” I said.

Fenrir stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His expression was serious—not the relaxed, quietly amused version of him I’d gotten used to on missions. This was the warrior side. Focused. Controlled.

And worried.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, standing fr
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