HARLEYThe morning came slowly, dragging its gray light across the sky like paint on a faded canvas.I hadn’t slept.Not because of nightmares—but because I was afraid of what might happen if I dreamed.Ever since that night in the woods… since the wolf in the mist… the air around me had changed. I felt it in the way the shadows stretched just a little farther around my footsteps. In the way wind would sometimes curl toward my ear like it was whispering secrets.Magic.It lived beneath my skin now.And it didn’t like being ignored.I stood barefoot in the kitchen, watching the kettle hum. Steam twisted up into the air in soft, haunting spirals. My fingers tingled, that now-familiar ache pulsing at my palms. The warmth was back—gentle, coaxing. Like it was calling me to open the door I’d only just begun to crack.I pressed a hand against the wooden table.“Show me,” I whispered.At first, nothing.Then—softly—a tremor beneath the grain.It was small. Delicate. The wood groaned as if si
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