298 : Daughter's Concern

VERENA

The answers to these questions are a mystery. It seems like I'm trapped in an impossible situation, with no way out. Why does it always have to be us?

If I ever get reborn, I’d wish for a normal life, one where I’m no leader and nor his Elijah.

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I'm sitting at my desk in the quiet, dimly lit office, trying to focus on my work. It's nighttime, and the office is bathed in a soft, moonlight glow. A large window looks out onto a courtyard, and the moonlight casts long, dancing shadows on the floor.

My desk is a cluttered mess, covered in papers, books, and empty coffee cups. I have been working on improving the security of the pack so that we are prepared. But it doesn't feel enough. Behind me is a bookshelf filled with scattered books that I used to gain as much knowledge as possible. A small, potted plant sits on the windowsill, its leaves drooping sadly.

But my mind is elsewhere. I'm worried about Ezra and how the fate of the battle will turn out. If Elijah and