Kora’s POVThe following days passed like smoke—thick, choking, and impossible to see through. The camp prepared for war, but it wasn’t the kind of war you could measure in blades and blood. It was one of patience, of watching and waiting for a darkness that moved like mist, impossible to pin down.The witches were uneasy. The wolves restless. Even the wind seemed to carry tension in its breath. Every step I took felt watched, every glance a question.Mara did her best to hold the command together, but I could see the cracks in her mask. She was used to fighting enemies she could sink her claws into. This—shadows, whispers, ancient prophecies—this wasn’t her battlefield.I spent most of my nights outside the campfire circle, watching the horizon burn orange and fade into nothing. The mountains had turned cold, the air thin enough to sting the lungs. The fire inside me burned brighter now, reacting to everything—the moon, the ground, the pulse of magic that seemed to thrum beneath my s
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