Chapter 19 Beneath the Silver Oath

The howls did not stop.

They layered over one another, echoing through Crescent Valley like a warning carried on the wind. Elara stood frozen in the clearing, the crescent mark on her neck pulsing with a faint silver glow that refused to fade. Each pulse felt like a heartbeat that wasn't entirely hers-older, deeper, and impossibly powerful.

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