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CHAPTER 114 – THE WEIGHT OF CHOICE
Author: pinky grip
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THE WEIGHT OF CHOICE

The howl faded, but its presence did not.

It lingered in the air long after the sound itself vanished, settling over the valley like a bruise that had not yet surfaced. Every wolf felt it. Not as fear alone, but as certainty. Malachar had been touched by her defiance, and he would answer it in his own time.

The pack did not celebrate.

They moved.

Instinct pulled them from the clearing, away from the exposed rise, deeper into terrain that bent and folded like a living thing. Aria walked at the center now without anyone consciously deciding it. Her steps were slower than before, heavier, as though each footfall carried consequence with it.

The Moonborn pulse was quiet again, but it was not resting. It felt alert, coiled inward, as if listening to the world with new ears.

Rowan stayed close, his presence a steady line beside her. He watched her more than the land, reading the subtle shifts in her posture, the way her breathing changed when the bond stirred. She was
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