The Prophecy's Reject

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t refuse

g. It blew, carrying too m

nds below. The torches had burned out hours ago, but I could still fee

gth. With unity. Now it p

t the edges. I felt it every time I reached for

against my thoughts b

her eyes... that stayed. That quiet defiance. The way

. I'd told myself it was the right thing , that the pro

n my chest didn'

have to turn to know it was Lucien. He'd

l awake," he

tly so a

s over the railing. "Half the warriors can'

ff

gging the cold air. "Like som

swer. I did

licked to me. "

yed s

softer now. "It started

harder than I

h the sentence felt like a lie ev

Lucien cut in. "But it ne

en't there that night. You didn't see the f

ou didn't un

ance , it was worry.

said. "If the Goddess warns that claiming

the ruin isn't what happens if you claim h

ke a blow. The air

t stretched beyond the walls. Somewhere pa

s. Not strong enough to follow, but enough to ache. Enough to remind me that no

hed. "You

sleep muc

nodding once and lea

n again. The wind had changed. It carried the s

r maybe

ntil exhaustion

asn't mercy, it

fore the guards dragged her through the gates. There hadn't b

pale and watchful, like it was wai

the right thing, reminding myself

aint and stubborn, like a h

myself for

*

rifted into sleep. Tha

climbed the walls, swallowing the banners, twisting the symbol of the pack into ash. Wolves

stood Zylia , untouched,

ed over the roa

you're bound to, Kill

e emblem of our pack split apart, molt

for her, she

ragged, palms burning like I

, but the scent of smoke

y hands. Silver du

exile, I couldn't tell if the nig

ng was dangerous.

hing I never