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Chapter Sixty Six- The Weight Of Balance

Author: Valerie snow
last update publish date: 2026-02-03 19:47:23

QUEENETH’S POV

The Weight of Balance

The Moon demands payment.

Not with thunder. Not with fire.

It presses down instead. Slow. Unavoidable. A presence so heavy it feels like my bones are sinking into the earth. The sky pales, not with dawn, but with attention. Every wolf feels it. I see it in the way their shoulders hunch, the way breaths go shallow, the way even the Hollow King lifts his chin like he recognizes an old authority he never outran.

Balance must be restored.

The truth does not arri
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