The silence was wrong.Not empty—unfinished.I woke with my heart racing, hand clawing at the stone beneath me, instinct screaming for something that was no longer there.No hum.No pulse.No answering breath beneath the land.Just… ground.Solid. Cold. Ordinary.Panic surged before I could stop it.I pushed myself upright too fast, dizziness crashing through me. The world tilted violently.Strong hands caught me.“I’ve got you,” Ronan said immediately, voice rough with exhaustion. “Easy.”I gripped his forearm like a lifeline, knuckles white. “I can’t feel it.”“I know,” he said quietly.That hurt more than reassurance ever could.Around us, the camp was awake—but wrong. Wolves stood in small, uncertain clusters, arguing in low voices. No shared rhythm guided them anymore. No subtle alignment.Choice had weight now.Too much weight.Ashael hovered near the boundary stones, its form dimmer than I’d ever seen it. “The land is… quieted,” it said slowly. “Not severed. Not dead.”“But alo
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