The day of the trial dawned with a chill in the air. The pack’s territory was blanketed by a layer of mist that clung to the ground, lending an almost surreal quality to the clearing where the trial would take place. Nicola stood in front of her mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she braided her hair. She barely recognized the girl staring back at her - there was a determination in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.A knock at her door startled her, and Dylan’s cheerful voice came through. “Are you decent? Or should I pretend I care?”“Come in,” Nicola called, rolling her eyes.Dylan sauntered in, his grin wide and mischievous. “Looking fierce, Nic. That braid screams, ‘Don’t mess with me, I know where to aim.’”“Thanks, I think?” Nicola replied, smoothing her shirt nervously. “Where are Damien and Dean?”“Strategizing downstairs,” Dylan said, leaning casually against her dresser. “Dean’s got that whole ‘stoic warrior’ vibe going, and Damien is, well, Damien. Commanding ever
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