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Crumbling Walls

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Zenith

I step closer to Darian first. He is fidgeting, shoulders tense, jaw tight. The moment my hands hover near his shoulders, a flicker of the mindlink hums through me. I can feel the knots of fear he has carried since he first arrived and realized his true identity, the residue of the pack-born prejudice that had marked him.

“Breathe with me,” I murmur softly, my hands just brushing the air above his skin, not yet touching. “Let it out. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”

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