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PoV Alaric

I left NightFang without looking back.

The iron gates closed slowly behind me, their weighty clang sounding like a decision finally sealing itself shut. The air outside felt colder—or maybe my head was simply too full to register anything except the pressure bearing down on me. Iris’s face flickered through my mind for a moment—calm, unafraid, asking for nothing. A painful contrast to what I had left behind in SilverFang.

“I don’t deserve this,” I murmured, more to myself than anyone else.

Russel was waiting by the vehicle. He didn’t ask questions. He simply opened the door and sat across from me, a black folder resting on his lap—thick, far too thick to be a routine report.

“Let’s move,” I said.

The engine came to life. NightFang disappeared behind us.

Several minutes passed in silence. I let my thoughts reorder the fragments I had forced in

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