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Lucian’s POV

The cabin office felt like a damn cage today.

I was leaning against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, staring at the patrol log Gideon had just tossed down like it owed him rent money.

“Three more rogues on the east ridge,” he said, pacing like he was trying to wear a hole in the floor. “Same three scents. No attack. No crossing. Just… circling. Again. Like they’re waiting for us to fuck up so they can say ‘told you so’.”

I flipped the page without really reading it.

“Same patter
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