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The Trap That Won
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2026-09-04 09:06:00The crowd was still roaring when I walked out of the ring, but I barely heard them.
My heart was pounding so loud in my ears that everything else faded to a dull hum. My legs were shaking. My chest was burning. But I was still standing. Varick was on the ground. The elders were pale. And the wolves of the pack were looking at me like they had never seen me before.
I did not stop to bask in it. I kept walking. I walked straight past the cheering wolves, past the stunned elders, p
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