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Chapter 18

Autor: Iziegbe
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A Wolf Unleashed

The moon hung high over the valley, casting silver streaks across Lyra’s cabin floor. She tossed and turned in her sleep, tangled in her blanket, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

The nightmare had her in its grip again.

Running.

Bleeding.

Alone.

She jolted upright with a strangled gasp, drenched in sweat. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Her skin burned like fire, her muscles twitching beneath the surface.

Then—pain.

Not emotional this time.

Physical.

Her fingers curled involuntarily, claws beginning to form.

Her back arched as her spine popped.

She clutched her head, biting back a scream.

No. Not now.

Her wolf was breaking through—but it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t controlled. It was wild. Unstable. Half-mad with grief and fury.

She staggered to her feet, knocking over the chair beside her bed.

The shift wasn’t like before. It was partial—like her body didn’t know whether to complete it or stop. Her hands trembled as fur crawled up her forearms and receded again. He
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