Chapter 38 THE NIGHT THE SKY LEANED IN

The moon moved.

Not rose.

Not set.

Moved.

Wolves of the North had many words for night, storm, silence, and blood.

They did not have words for that.

It started as a whisper in the lower barracks, rippling up through the kitchens, sliding along stone corridors, slipping into guard towers and war...

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