The Haven Of Shadows
we belong.
I bow slightly in my mind, as much as I can in reality. “I… I understand. I will follow. I… I want to belong.” Her hand brushes my shoulder in the physical world, a small gesture, grounding me. It feels like sunlight warming a frost-bitten landscape. I tremble at the touch, knowing it’s more than simple reassurance. It is acceptance. A welcome. A promise.
The link pulses again, and I feel the teens’ tentative acknowledgment, the wolves’ restrained approval, Koa’s quiet satisfaction. We are no longer individuals. We are threads woven together, fragile yet resilient, forming a whole greater than the sum of its parts.
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