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Shadows Remain
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2025-12-18 02:04:13Darkness pressed in from all sides, so thick it felt alive. Cheyenne couldn’t see her own hands, though she was certain she was reaching forward, groping through the void. Her breaths came shallow, every inhale heavy with the copper tang of blood and smoke.
Where am I?
The question formed in her head, but no sound left her lips. The silence was absolute—until it wasn’t.
A low, dragging sound scraped across the ground, like claws raking stone. Then another. Closer.
Green light flickered at the edge of her vision. Not warm, not like Koa’s steady glow—it was sickly, wrong, pulsing like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to her.
“Alida…”
The voice slithered across her skin, ancient and hungry. Not the Master—they had ended him. This was deeper, older. The syllables carried weight, like bones grinding together.
Her pulse thundered as shapes began to emerge from the dark. Sto
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Darkness pressed in from all sides, so thick it felt alive. Cheyenne couldn’t see her own hands, though she was certain she was reaching forward, groping through the void. Her breaths came shallow, every inhale heavy with the copper tang of blood and smoke.Where am I?The question formed in her head, but no sound left her lips. The silence was absolute—until it wasn’t.A low, dragging sound scraped across the ground, like claws raking stone. Then another. Closer.Green light flickered at the edge of her vision. Not warm, not like Koa’s steady glow—it was sickly, wrong, pulsing like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to her.“Alida…”The voice slithered across her skin, ancient and hungry. Not the Master—they had ended him. This was deeper, older. The syllables carried weight, like bones grinding together.Her pulse thundered as shapes began to emerge from the dark. Sto
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The packhouse was alive again, and for once, not because of battle strategy or emergency meetings. The steady hum of voices drifted from the kitchen, the thud of boots echoed in the training yard, and somewhere outside pups were shrieking with laughter as they chased one another across the grass.Cheyenne leaned against the banister at the top of the stairs, watching it all with a small, tired smile. They had only been gone two weeks, but it felt like years. In that span they had fought, bled, and watched one of their own find her mate. Now, back home, she wasn’t sure which felt stranger—the chaos of constant danger, or the quiet normalcy that awaited them here.Tora came up beside her, braid half-loose and a smudge of flour on her cheek from sneaking into the kitchen earlier. “You look like a grandma,” she said, bumping Cheyenne with her shoulder. “Standing up here, staring down at all the little ones.”Cheyenne snorted. &ldq
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