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Threads Of The Past

Author: Armisteads
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-08 00:34:04

(Selene’s POV)

The room was still buzzing when we finally left the north wing behind. Every few steps, I felt that same cold pressure brushing against the back of my neck, like something was still watching us even though the mark had disappeared.

Fenrir walked beside me, silent but alert. His shoulders were tense, his steps controlled. For once, he didn’t try to hide the worry in his eyes.

“Selene,” he said quietly, “that voice… you knew who it belonged to?”

I exhaled slowly. “I did.”

“Who was it?”

I hesitated, the name scraping against the inside of my chest like old glass.

“My brother, through my brother was just an infant when he died, however, I once saw him in my dream. It was what they said, the last pull, one where the person you longed to meet sees you in your dreams, so…maybe it wasn’t real…or maybe it was,” I finally said.

Fenrir stopped walking.

I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t.

“He died with the others,” I continued. “Or at least… I thought he did.”

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