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Three days. Finally, the wait was over.![]()
š Fenrir POVTen days.Still nothing.Not even a flicker.---āGood morning, Arria.āSunlight brushed her face softly.
šFenrir POVMorning came quietly.For a moment, Ijust watchedher.Then pushed myself up.āGood morning, Arria.āLight.Intentional.āWe have a full
šFenrir POVāI told you from the beginning,ā she said at last, her voice quiet but firm. āThere is not much we can do if she has already decided she wants to die.ā āSheās breathing,ā I said. āHer body is fighting.āāHer body is surviving. Barely,ā Martha corrected gently. āThere is a difference.āāYouāre telling me we have to give up on her?ā I said, my voicelow, controlled. āThat I have to give up on her?āSilence stretched between us.
šFenrir POVThree days.Finally, the wait was over.The door opened.Footsteps hesitated ju
šFenrir POVNext morning.My office.Greg, my right hand,didn’twait.He neverdid.“Theplan was to hand her over,” he said the moment the door shut behind him. “We did the job. We gotwhatwe needed. Keeping her here—”
š Fenrir POV The truck rolled to a stop at the edge of the clearing, the two escort vehicles following seconds later. One by one, the engines died, leaving behind a brief stillness. Then movement began. The doors opened. My men stepped out firstāspreading naturally out of habit. Always watching. Always ready. They had learned that long before they chose to stand by my side. I stepped out last. Arria still in my arms. The ground felt different here. Familiar. Claimedānot by law, not by title, but by presence. By those who had nowhere else to go. Melanie was already there. Of course she was. She stood at the front of the clearing, exactly where she always waited. My sister.By choice alone.Her eyes found me immediately, scanning for injuries I wouldnāt bother mentioning even if they were there. Relief came first. Immediate. āYouāre late,ā she said, though there was no accusation in her voice. āIām not.ā She exhaled, the tension leaving her shoulders, then her gaze







