The fox moved first. A blur of pale light tore through the mist, so fast, Seraphine barely registered movement before claws grazed her arm. Pain flared hot, searing, sharp enough to tear a scream from her throat. She stumbled back, clutching her sleeve, blood blooming across her palm. The creature prowled in a slow circle, tails weaving hypnotic arcs through the air, each trailing a faint glow like burning silk. Its eyes shimmered, silver and cruel and its smile widened at her fear. “Still fragile,” it purred, the voice both heard and felt. “Still breathing borrowed courage.” Seraphine’s heart hammered. The forest’s chill sank into her skin, but her body burned from within, trembling with adrenaline and something else, a pulse under her ribs, like wind straining to escape. She reached for her magic instinctively, but all she felt was static, an echo that refused to take shape. Nothing solid. Nothing she could hold. Her fear doubled. The fox lunged again. Seraphine threw herself
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