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Chapter Thirty Eight

I stopped running when I reached the clearing, my breath ragged as my glowing

fur dimmed faintly. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, each one more suffocating than the last.

Mariah's revelation echoed in my mind.

"He was your father... your mother ended her life..."

I sank to the ground, my massive paws sinking into the soft earth as tried to process the revelation. How was I supposed to forgive her? Could I even try? And what did this all mean for me? For my destiny?

The woods were eerily silent, the usual symphony of crickets and rustling leaves absent. It was as if the forest itself was holding its breath.

Then I felt it.

The air shifted, growing heavy and oppressive. The light from my glowing fur flickered faintly, like a dying candle, as an unnatural darkness began to creep into the clearing. It wasn't like a normal shadow. This darkness was alive, swirling and writhing like a living entity. It absorbed every sliver of light around it, creating a void that made the glowing edges of my fur stand out in stark

contrast.

A sense of dread crept over me, seeping into my bones. My ears flattened, and my tail tucked instinctively as the darkness stopped just at the edge of my glow. It didn't cross the boundary, as if it couldn't-or wouldn't.

Then, I heard it.

A laugh.

and chilling. It was a sound that didn't

crawled under my skin and settled deep

voice drawled, not aloud

whipped around, scanning the darkness for the source, but there was nothing- just

demanded, though my voice trembled, betraying

two red, glowing eyes appeared in the

felt like it

mockingly. "So you're the one

swallowed hard, my claws digging into the ground for some semblance of stability. "Who

intensity washing over me. You already know me," the voice purred, sinister and

I stumbled back as the glow of my fur

dripping from every word. "But here you are, a Silver

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like a bolt of lightning, and my chest tightened. ou..." I whispered.

fess chilling. "Very good, little

my legs trembled under its weight. The oppressive energy felt like it was crushing me, draining every ounce of courage

snuff out your light," the Shadow Weaver hissed. “Just like I did with the rest

of her words was suffocating, and I felt myself begin to falter, my glow dimming further. The edges of the darkness

yourself the pain. Give

of her presence was crushing, but

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