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The Thorned Path

Author: A.C
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The forest felt different.

Selene moved through it not as a hunted creature, but as something reborn quiet, resolute, crackling with energy just under her skin. The moonlight filtering through the trees cast her in silver and shadow, and every step seemed to pulse in rhythm with the earth. She wasn’t the same girl who had fled Caden’s betrayal, or the woman who had screamed through a spirit wolf’s binding. She was more. And that terrified her.

Rowan walked beside her, his usually confident gait weighted with unease. He hadn’t spoken since they left the clearing. Selene could feel his thoughts press against her mental barriers, polite but persistent, like rain tapping at a window. He wanted to talk. She wasn’t sure she was ready.

Agnes, trailing behind them, said nothing either. The silence was heavy, wrapped around them like fog.

Finally, Rowan broke it. “You haven’t asked where we’re going.”

“I figured you’d tell me when it mattered,” she replied, voice low.

“It matters now.”

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