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Chapter Ten

Penulis: Larissa Watson
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-27 00:48:41

Loria’s POV

The house had settled into that quiet rhythm that only comes after breakfast—dishes soaking in the sink, Anthony building something chaotic with blocks in the living room, Moon chattering endlessly to Audrey on the porch. Simon was somewhere nearby, probably listening to Zyan grumble about territory lines in his head.

But my chest felt tight. My skin… electric.

There was a pull.

Soft. Familiar.

I slipped on a lightweight cardigan, kissed Moon’s curls on my way past, and walked quietly out the side door. No one asked where I was going. They knew me well enough by now. When the woods called, I answered.

The forest trail behind the house was overgrown in places, the path lined with dappled light and the warm scent of pine. My boots crunched softly over leaves as I followed the winding curve, deeper and deeper until the air shifted.

Still.

Hushed.

Like the world was holding its breath.

I stopped.

And then everything dropped away.

The forest around me blurred, light fracturin
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