Wolf Rachael
They crawled up my arms, across my shoulders, down my spine—a living tapestry of power that pulsed with every beat of my newly awakened heart.
The cursed bindings fell away like dust. The altar beneath me cracked, unable to contain the energy radiating from my transformed body. Even the stone floor began to fracture, spider-web cracks spreading outward from where I sat.
When I spoke, my voice was layered—not just mine, but carrying the echo of every Ghost Wolf who had come before, every ancestor who had fought and survived and passed their strength down through the generations to reach this moment.
"I am dead," I said, and smiled—a terrible, beautiful expression that made Kelly take another
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