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Weighted Silence
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2025-11-08 00:00:42The rhythmic clank of weights dropping onto rubber flooring echoed through the mostly empty gym, each thud a physical punctuation mark to Cheyenne’s chaotic thoughts.
She gritted her teeth and exhaled slowly, lifting again, sweat beading across her brow. The bar shook slightly in her grasp, but she powered through, letting the burn in her muscles chase away the overload in her brain. Her arms trembled, not from weakness but from holding everything in for far too long.
The prophecy. The lost herd. The monsters. The fact that history might be repeating itself—and worse, that no one had any clear idea of how to stop it.
Koa?
I’m here, her wolf murmured gently from the back of her mind, her presence warm and steady, like a fire glowing low in the hearth of her soul.
“Just making sure,” Cheyenne muttered aloud, breathless as she let the weights down with a controlled thud. “You’ve been
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