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CHAPTER 32: THE WOLF THAT DOESN’T BOW
Author: pinky grip
last update2025-12-07 22:40:10

THE WOLF THAT DOESN’T BOW

The night air was sharp, cold enough to sting lungs and wake instincts buried deep beneath skin and bone. The moon hung wide and merciless above the fortress, and beneath its light, everything felt strained every breath, every silent thought, every step echoing through halls thick with tension. War hadn’t arrived yet, but its shadow already lived here, walking the corridors like an uninvited king. Warriors trained until blood stained the earth and exhaustion blurred vision, because everyone knew those who hesitated would die first.

Aria stood in the courtyard with her fingers pressed to the scar now etched across her spine, tracing the Moonborn mark that still pulsed with power she didn’t fully understand or trust. Her heartbeat moved differently now slower sometimes, faster others as if her physical body no longer ruled itself. Her wolf was awake, alert, listening. Not just a presence an equal. And with every hour she existed, she felt the shift between them
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