Athena's gaze lingered on Tristan's, her expression a mixture of pain and warning. "Can we save him from himself?" she whispered.Tristan's jaw set, determination etched on his face. "We'll try, Athena. For Brody, for Father, and for our pack."As they spoke, Brody's body began to convulse, the Order's infection fighting for control."Tristan, we need to act fast," Lucine urged, his voice low and urgent.Tristan nodded, his eyes locked onto Brody's struggling form. "Athena, can you—""I'll try," Athena interrupted, her hands already weaving intricate patterns in the air. "But the Order's infection is powerful. I'll need Rosalind’s help."“Let’s do this.”With a deep breath, Rosalind reached out, her energy merging with Athena's. Together, they crafted a counter-curse, threads of light and shadow intertwining.Brody's body arched, his eyes flashing open. For an instant, his gaze cleared, and he saw Tristan."Tristan... brother..." Brody's voice cracked, his words barely audible.Trista
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