Marked Against My Will
The eastern basin wolves howled, not in fear, but in assertion — every howl, every movement feeding into the lattice.
Mara did not condense her presence. Instead, she dispersed, stretching threads outward along the river, spreading the pulse across every wolf, every stone, and every current. The predator’s tendrils tightened — then faltered. Without a concentrated mass to consume, it could not anchor.
Riven’s hands flew across the emitters, adjusting the frequencies midstream. “Fragment destabilizing!” he shouted, breathless.
The river churned unnaturally for a heartbeat. Silver and shadow collided in ripples that licked across the surface and disappeared. The dark pulse recoiled, fragmentin
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