The cold bit first.It slipped through Elara’s boots, crept up her legs, and settled into her bones as if it had always belonged there. Snow crunched under her feet as she walked the Frostveil perimeter at dawn, breath steady, senses sharp. The pain from the bond still lingered, dull now, like an old bruise pressed too often.She did not slow.Running had never saved anyone. Endurance had.Behind her, Frostveil woke quietly. Fires crackled. Wolves shifted forms without ceremony. This land did not shout its strength. It held it.“Elara.”She turned. Rowan approached from the tree line, cloak dusted with snow, eyes watchful.“You’ve been walking since before light,” he said.“I needed to feel the borders,” she replied.“And?”“They listen,” Elara said. “They don’t obey.”Rowan nodded. “Good. Obedience breaks faster than respect.”They walked together for a while in silence. The forest moved around them, branches creaking softly, snow sliding from needles. Elara felt it again. The hum un
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