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Chapter 150 - Picking up the pieces

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The fortress had never felt so heavy with silence.

After Darius vanished, it was as though the walls themselves mourned. Every corridor whispered

his absence. Every warrior’s step echoed louder, harsher, like even stone resented the void he had

left. The pack moved like a body wounded and bleeding, staggering but not yet fallen. They

looked for guidance, for stability, and in their eyes I saw the same question mirrored again and

again: What now?

I asked myself that question too, over and over, with no easy answer.

Kael bore it all with the kind of strength that both awed and scared me. He did not flinch when

the elders pressed for answers. He did not falter when the warriors demanded orders. He carried

himself with a steadiness I envied, though I knew—because I felt it in the bond that tethered

us—that beneath the surface, the storm raged.

And me? I was no pillar. I was the cracks and shadows that threatened to swallow us whole.

Everywhere I turned, guilt followed me like a phantom. L
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