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CHAPTER 136 – THE WEIGHT OF WHAT COMES AFTER
Author: pinky grip
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THE WEIGHT OF WHAT COMES AFTER

Malachar’s departure did not bring relief.

It left a void.

The clearing felt wrong once his presence vanished, like a wound that had closed too quickly without healing beneath. The land groaned softly, settling into fractured stillness. Trees leaned at unnatural angles. Stone lay split where dominance and defiance had collided. The moonlight revealed scars that would not fade by morning.

Aria stood where he had left her, breath shallow, silver light flickering faintly beneath her skin like a heartbeat refusing to slow. The Moonborn pulse had not receded fully. It lingered, alert, wary, as if it understood that this moment mattered as much as the confrontation itself.

Rowan kept one arm around her until she steadied. When she pulled away, he did not protest, only stayed close enough to catch her again if she faltered. His fire simmered low, exhausted but alive.

The wolves began to rise slowly.

Some struggled to their feet, shaking off the remnants of Ma
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