Marked and forsaken
Through the haze, I glimpse Moren—pinned, a mountain lion’s claw hanging above her—
Then an arrow slices clean through the mountain lion’s claw—sharp, precise.
“Elka!” I breathe, eyes wide. I’d forgotten her completely. She must have hidden herself away in fear, silent as the mist.
The mountain lion turns, fury rippling through its massive frame. Its eyes lock on her. One move. One swipe—and she’s done for.
My heart drops like a stone.
“No!” The word tears from my throat, raw and useless.
And then, silence.
Every cat freezes.
All eyes turn.
Caelora stands—slowly, impossibly. Her eyes blaze, bright as molten gold, and in them I see a thousand feline spirits staring back. Her first sync. The c
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