Faye POV Silence did not arrive suddenly. It settled in slowly, like the battlefield itself was learning how to breathe again. The silver light no longer surged violently across the clearing. It moved in steady pulses, passing through Jacob, Lena, Darian, and the others who had stepped into the connection. Even the corrupted wolf Tomas now stood still, the last traces of darkness burning away from his skin in small fading marks. Faye held her daughter tightly against her chest, afraid to move too quickly, afraid to disturb whatever shift was happening inside the echo. The baby was no longer screaming. Her cries had stopped completely. Faye whispered, her voice shaking. “Is she… calm?” Jacob was still beside her, his hand resting on the ground as if he needed it to stay upright. His voice came low and strained. “She’s not fighting it anymore,” he said. “It feels different now.” Faye looked down at her daughter carefully. The child’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.
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