Difficult Acceptance
The silence in the aftermath was profound, broken only by the drip of water, the ragged sound of Seraphina’s breathing, and the frantic hammering of Elias’s own heart against his ribs. He stood frozen against the cold cave wall, his gaze locked on the massive wolf form bleeding in the center of the cavern. The bodies of the Stonefang wolves were stark reminders of the brutal reality he had just witnessed. Werewolf. The word echoed in his mind, no longer an academic curiosity but a terrifying, living truth embodied in the creature before him. Fear was a physical entity inside him, cold and sharp, urging him to flee, to somehow escape this subterranean nightmare. But overlaid on the terror was the undeniable awe, the sheer, stunning impact of her power, and beneath that, something else – a
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