The first snow hadn’t yet fallen, but the air was already sharp enough to cut. Diva stood at the edge of the Moonborn village, her shoulders squared though her thoughts were heavy. The wolves here moved like shadows—fluid, quiet, powerful. She had come to them not for comfort, but clarity. And they had given her silence.Until now.Fenric, the oldest among them and easily the most feared, found her standing near the sacred stone where elders offered their nightly chants."You came for answers," he said, voice rough like wind through dry leaves. "But you carry more than questions."Diva didn’t flinch. "I carry what I must."Fenric eyed her, the firelight catching the faded scar along his temple. "And what of the mark on your arm? That is no ordinary burn. That is power."She rolled her sleeve back. The sigil shimmered faintly under the moonlight, its lines curved like claw and flame intertwined."I didn’t choose it," she said. "But I won’t run from it either.""Good," Fenric murmured.
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