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... his was what it truly wanted. It always came with risk—because when it stirred, it wasn’t just power. It was hunger. A will of its own.
He grit his teeth, tightening his grip on the branch he stood upon, trying to suppress the rising surge inside. But the wolf’s energy—so close to his own—it called to him, almost like a familiar song echoing from some buried part of him.
"Aramith?" Mozrael’s voice came gently.
He didn’t answer.
His glowing purple eyes flickered vi ...
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