What am I
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The question hung in the smoky air.
“What… are you?”
Aria swallowed, her throat still raw from Vargan’s grip. The hunters of the Silver Order stared at her like she was the next monster to slay.
“I’m the same person I was five minutes ago,” she said hoarsely.
Their leader didn’t look convinced.
Kael stepped forward, placing himself slightly between Aria and the hunters.
“She just saved your lives.”
“Or revealed what she really is,” the hunter replied coldly.
Murmurs spread through the villagers gathering in the ruined street.
Aria felt every eye on her.
The warmth that had burst from her chest moments earlier was gone now, leaving only a faint lingering pulse—like the echo of a heartbeat that wasn’t entirely her own.
Kael lowered his voice.
“Did you feel anything before it happened?”
She nodded slowly.
“Something… inside me. Like light. Like the moon was… pushing outward.”
Kael’s expression darkened.
“That’s impossible.”
“Clearly not.”
The Silver Order leader stepped closer.
“We’ll take her into custody.”
Kael’s eyes flashed gold.
“No.”
The hunters immediately raised their crossbows.
“You’re in no position to refuse, wolf.”
The air between them grew tight with tension.
Aria stepped forward before things could explode again.
“Enough.”
Everyone looked at her.
“I don’t know what that power was,” she said. “But if I wanted you dead, I could’ve let Vargan finish the job.”
Silence.
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