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CHAPTER 132 – THE BONE CROWN STIRS
Author: pinky grip
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THE BONE CROWN STIRS

The forest did not heal after Malachar was wounded. It remembered.

Aria felt it the moment she stepped beyond the shattered clearing. The land carried the echo of resistance like a scar that refused to close. Roots twisted closer to the surface. Stone pressed upward through soil as though the earth itself wanted to be seen, wanted to bear witness. Even the air tasted different, sharp and metallic, like blood on cold iron.

The wolves followed in silence.

They were no longer just a pack in flight or rebellion. They were something unfinished, something forming. Some walked with new confidence, their shoulders squared as if they had shed invisible chains. Others moved cautiously, glancing behind them, still expecting pain to fall from the sky for daring to stand upright.

Aria understood both.

She walked at the front, not as a ruler issuing commands, but as a presence anchoring them to a choice already made. The Moonborn pulse beneath her skin had changed again. It no
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