The moment the crescent moon climbed into the night sky, casting its silver gaze over the treetops of Crimson Ridge, Selene felt the pulse of something ancient awaken within her. It wasn’t just the bond—though that tugged at her constantly—but something older, deeper. The whispers she had once dismissed as dreams had returned, louder, more urgent. She stood at the edge of the forest, arms folded over her chest, eyes fixed on the place where she had once seen the spirit wolf. The cold wind stirred her hair, brushing her skin with fingers like memory. Behind her, the camp stirred restlessly. Since their confrontation with the Crescent Fang rogues, the warriors had grown tense, their nerves frayed. Though they’d won that battle, they all knew the war was only beginning. “Selene,” a familiar voice called gently behind her. She turned. Aria stood a few feet away, her white cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders, strands of silver hair caught in the wind. “You felt it too,” Aria sa
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