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NO WOLF TO HOWL

POV: ARAYA

The forest does not forget.

It swallows.

Not with hunger, but with cold — a silence that rots in your bones, the kind no fire can thaw.

Even the moonlight won’t come down here.

The trees are tall and crooked, their branches like claws, their shadows older than any path I’ve ever w...