Celeste's POVMara smiled...a chilling, knowing smile. “Then the Hollow will bury another ghost.”The silence that followed was suffocating.Then she tossed me a new blade, shorter, lighter. “Again.”This time, I caught it before it hit the ground.We fought for hours. Each strike taught me pain, and each fall taught me strength. My wolf began to move with me instead of against me. I could feel when Mara was about to attack before she moved. My instincts sharpened.By nightfall, I was drenched in sweat, but I didn’t fall. Not once more.Mara finally lowered her weapon. “Better,” she admitted. “Your wolf listens when your heart stops screaming.”I exhaled, dropping the blade. “And if my heart never stops?”“Then make it scream for something worth fighting for,” she said simply, turning away.I watched her go, chest heaving. Rogues training, fighting, surviving, many of them howling.And then, suddenly...the air shifted. A scent from nowhere hit me.It was like a pine, smoke, then rain.
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