Marina's POVI drifted in and out of consciousness as the Calling's backlash ravaged my body, each breath feeling like my last and each heartbeat struggling against the damage the magic had inflicted on my failing system.Through the haze of pain I experienced fragmented visions of wolves running through the night toward my location, their paws pounding earth as the compulsion drove them forward with single-minded determination. Pack wolves abandoned their territories mid-patrol, rogues stopped hunting to turn toward the fortress, and some who didn't even know they carried Silvercrest blood suddenly felt ancient loyalty awakening in their veins."Stay with me," Elena whispered, her hand stroking my sweat-soaked hair. "Don't leave me, not when I just found you again.""Tired," I managed to say through cracked lips. "So tired.""I know, my daughter, but you have to fight just a little longer." She told me stories in the old Silvercrest dialect, weaving tales of our pack's glory days whe
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