Everyone Froze When a Colossal Wolf Appeared at the Gravesite — Tactical Units Were Seconds from Firing, Until the Hidden Truth About His Past Unraveled Everything

The Flute That Stopped the Rifle

The first tactical officer raised his rifle.

I didn’t think.

I just moved.

I pulled the flute from my coat — the one Isolde had taught me to play, the one melody she played when the ridge felt too loud with loss.

My hands shook so badly I could barely hold it.

But I lifted it anyway.

And I played.

The notes drifted across the cemetery thin and trembling.

Branwen lifted his head.

He listened.

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