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THE AWAKENING

POV: Araya

He found me just before dawn.

A lone rogue — thin, twisted, scarred from battles he didn’t win but somehow survived.

One eye is cloudy. The other yellow, bright with hunger that came from too many moons without a pack.

No sigil. No rank.

Just dirt, blood, and the smell of rot deep enou...