MOON OF ASHES
They were no longer two separate hearts but one rhythm, one breath.
She whispered, “We choose to heal.”
Silas stepped up beside her, his runes blazing. He covered her hand with his own. “Together.”
The frayed thread flared, and the pool roared up like a column of fire, swallowing their hands. The heat became cold, then became nothing at all. Ava gasped as images tore through her: the antlered figure breaking the pact, the packs scattering, a thousand howls crying at once. Beneath it all, a steady beat — the heart of the forest, waiting.
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