W.I.L.D.
The fire in the hearth flickered, shadows dancing across the walls, as if the universe itself paused to mark the moment.
Cheyenne exhaled, letting a small, tired smile slip across her lips. She glanced at the guardians, each one reflecting strength, courage, and readiness. “Then we wait. And we watch.”
“And we prepare,” Tora added with a smirk, nudging Chelsea lightly. “Because you know the universe doesn’t like letting us have quiet days.”
A soft laugh rippled through the group, tension easing slightly. Yet beneath the humor, every guardian felt it—the weight of what was coming, the significance of this new life, and the unseen threads weaving their fates together.
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