The Bitten Queen
“Always… always… pushing me. Can’t you see what you do?”
The air changed as he stepped between the trunks. Night creatures stirred in the shadows: rustles, the faint snap of a branch under small paws. Aaron barely noticed at first, too focused on his own spiral. The forest pressed in, trees like sentinels, dense, unwelcoming. He had walked further than he had ever dared—wanting the distance, the silence, the illusion of control.
A faint movement flickered at the edge of his vision. He turned sharply, squinting, but the darkness swallowed whatever it had been. A low growl, almost imperceptible, rolled through the underbrush, vibrating in his chest. Aaron’s pulse skipped.
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