Chapter 32 Shadows Of Renewal

Fynn POV The dawn’s light feels foreign, too soft against my skin as I sit on a fallen log at the edge of the mountain ridge, the forest sprawling below like a promise of peace I don’t trust. My body aches, every breath a reminder of the cradle, the chains, the moment I thought I’d lose everything—myself, Morgan, the pack. My hand presses my chest, searching for the hum, the well’s call, but there’s nothing—just a quiet that’s both relief and loss. The shadows are gone, my power with them, and I’m left wondering who I am now, stripped bare under this pale sky.