OAKenspire’s spires clawed the night, a jagged glow threading the dark—no owls broke the forest’s tense hum. A faint pulse shivered beneath Rafe’s boots—earth gleamed damp—wild coiled fierce through the grove’s hush, a spark in the shadows. Sweat flecked his patched coat—pine stung sharp—twigs snapped faint—beyond, oaks loomed vast—OAKenspire thrummed—danger pulsed.

  Rafe crouched near a shadowed trail, coat streaked with damp—face cocked sly—knife spun fast—gray eyes swept the dark—wild surged—his quip bit low: “Figures lurk—stay sharp, love.” Mara knelt beside—dark cloak snagged on thorns—raven hair tangled free—hazel eyes glowed fierce—her voice wove calm: “Now’s wild—face them.” Her hand gripped his—wild flared—his grin tightened—eyes locked—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s night thickened—growls rumbled—OAK stirred.

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  Trail pulsed—pine creaked—cloaks rustled—Rafe’s knife flashed—steel met air—his quip sharpened: “They’re close—trust me.” Mara’s staff swung—hazel eyes blazed—voice sang low: “You’re wild—let me fight.” Her grip tightened—sweat mingled—wild surged—his chest heaved—breath quipped: “Can’t lose—you’re mine.” Her chant hummed—thorn scratched her cheek—wild pulsed—oaks sighed—OAKenspire’s dark deepened—chill flared—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment teetered.

  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—growls neared—wind howled—wild surged—Rafe’s voice quipped: “Now’s real—strike now.” Mara’s voice snapped: “Present binds—fight with me.” Her staff jabbed—wild flared—his knife slashed—breath quipped: “Wild’s ours—damn it!” Mara’s eyes flared—voice wove: “OAK stands—us here.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s night flared—cloaks lunged—wild churned—OAK surged—clash pulsed.