Chapter 38
"Some wolves are born under the moon… but legends are born from it." The night air in the Silvermoon training grounds had grown heavy. Too heavy. The torches surrounding the arena flickered violently, their flames bending as if the wind itself feared what was about to happen. Ariel stood several paces away from Isolde, his silver eyes locked on her with sharp focus. Something was changing. He could feel it. Isolde’s breathing had become uneven, her chest rising and falling as though something powerful inside her was trying to break free. Her wolf. But not just her wolf. Something far older. Something ancient. “Isolde…” Ariel said carefully. “Talk to me.” She didn’t answer immediately. Her hands trembled slightly as she stared at them. Silver light shimmered faintly beneath h
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