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I found myself back in the rubble of the infirmary, digging through the debris with bloody, shaking hands until I found her. My fingers were raw, torn and bleeding as I pushed aside the collapsed beams and shards of broken glass. Each splinter that embedded itself in my skin was nothing compared to the agony blossoming in my chest. When I finally uncovered her body, my breath left me in a shuddering gasp. Adeline looked peaceful, almost like she was sleeping, her wild, dark curls tangled with dirt and ash. But her skin was pale... too pale... and her body was cold and stiff. "I'm so sorry.." I whispered, cradling her head in my lap. Her blood had soaked through her dress, staining the silver pendant I'd given her for her sixteenth birthday. My fingers trembled as I touched it, the metal slick with her blood. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault..."I couldn't stop the tears that came next, a flood of hot, stinging grief that seemed endless. My hands shook as they smoothed her hair,

KIERAN ______ I spent another sleepless night in the archives, surrounded by ancient texts and scrolls. The siege had left us all shaken, but something about Belle's power during the battle— that flash of light she'd used against one of Cassandra's wolves – kept nagging at me. I'd seen something like it before, buried in the oldest prophecies, whispered in the legends passed down through the generations. The flickering light of the lantern cast long, dancing shadows on the walls as I poured over the brittle pages. My fingers trembled as I traced the faded writing on a particularly old manuscript. The words seemed to leap out at me, the meaning clicking into place like a puzzle piece I'd been missing all along. "Goodness gracious!" I whispered, my heart racing. The pieces were finally falling into place. The door creaked open behind me, and I looked up sharply. Mirabelle stood there in the doorway, her face pale and drawn, dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn

MIRABELLE _______ I stormed through the fortress halls, my grief and rage burning like acid in my veins. Every heavy step echoed off the cold stone walls, each sound a cruel reminder of the silence that now lingered within my heart. The memory of Adeline's lifeless body, her blood staining the courtyard stones, haunted every breath I took. My mother's necklace— the one I'd given her— felt heavy around my neck now, a constant reminder of my failure to protect her. "Mirabelle wait!" Roman's deep voice reverberated behind me, his footsteps quickening to catch up. "Please just let me explain!" "Explain what?!" I whirled around, the rage in my chest finally erupting as my voice cracked with fury. "How you dragged me into this fucking mess? How my little sister is dead because of your goddamn war?" Roman froze a few steps away, his chest heaving as if he'd run miles to catch me. His face was etched with guilt and something else— something raw, desperate. I'd never seen him look like

CASSANDRA_________The mountain winds howled through the Bloodsear Highlands, sharp and biting against my skin. The jagged peaks loomed around us, their snow-capped tips cutting into the bruised sky like the teeth of a predator. My gaze lingered on the horizon as I watched Darius pace before me, his insecurity rolling off him in waves. For all his posturing and pride, he was nothing more than a weak Alpha trying to play in the big leagues. Perfect for manipulation. "Are you certain Shadowfang's defenses are as vulnerable as your spy claims?" he demanded, his tone laced with doubt. He ran a hand through his unkempt dark hair, his golden eyes flickering nervously. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Darius had power, yes, but he lacked the cunning to wield it properly. That was why he needed me. "Lila has proven herself useful," I said smoothly, keeping my voice calm and measured. "The northern wall is their weakest point, and their patrol patterns are predictable. Roman's grown

For a moment, no one moved. The only sounds were Gregor's labored breathing and the distant rustle of leaves in the wind. Then, slowly, I stood, blood dripping from my split lip. I turned to face the gathered wolves, my gaze sweeping over them like a storm. "Anyone else want to challenge my leadership?" Silence. Just silence. Satisfied, I turned and stalked away, leaving Gregor to be dragged off by his loyalists. Later that evening, I stood in my office, staring out the window at the setting sun. The sky was painted in hues of red and gold, a stark contrast to the darkness that weighed heavy on my mind. The scent of Belle lingered faintly in the hallway outside, a cruel reminder of her absence. She'd been avoiding me since Adeline's funeral, and I couldn't blame her. How could I, when her sister's blood was on my hands? "The scouts have returned from the western territories." Elijah said as he entered the room without knocking. He was one of the few who could get away with t