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Chapter 8
The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards as the wind whispered through the pines outside. I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, The only light came from the moon, its silver glow streaming through the window, casting soft shadows across the room. In the distance, wolves howled at the full moon, their voices carrying through the hills. A shiver ran through me, but not from fear—at least, not anymore. When I was little, that sound used to terrify me. I’d pull the covers over my head, squeezing my eyes shut and praying the haunting calls wouldn’t come any closer. But now? Now, I knew better. The wolves weren’t something to fear—they were part of this place, part of the hills that had shaped me. Their howls were like the whispers of the wi
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