I was sucked into the first memory... but it was different than in Varion's memories, where I had been standing next to Varion and overlooking like I had been a bystander looking in.
Here, now...
I was Kael...
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I had learned, over the last few months, that there were different kinds of unease. There was the sharp kind—the kind that came before a fight, when your muscles coiled tight and your wolf paced just beneath your skin, eager for blood. That kind I knew how to handle.
Then… there was this.
This low, constant tension that never quite left. A hum in my bones. A restless itch under my ribs that no amount of running, fighting, or commanding could burn away. It had settled into me the night everything had shifted, the night my inner wolf had lifted its head and listened—really
