Aria's POVThe presences in the circle did not move.Seven of them arranged between the trees with a precision that felt less like coincidence and more like geometry, each one equidistant from the next, the space between them charged with something I could feel through my True Luna senses but could not name. Not hostile. Not welcoming either. Something older than both of those things that simply was, the way the forest simply was, patient and permanent and completely indifferent to urgency.Marcus's russet wolf pressed against my side.I felt his question without hearing it. His warmth against my flank asking without words whether we moved forward or back and I stood between the two large pines and breathed the cold forest air and let my senses work.My father was still northeast. Still moving. Still alive, I could feel the particular quality of his fear which was the fear of someone being held not the fear of someone being hurt, and that distinction mattered enough that I held onto
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