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FORTY SIX
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2025-04-23 07:00:50ALAYNA’s POV
The prisoners had breached the mansion grounds before I even reached it.
I push through the shattered front gate of the mansion, once the pride of the Northlands. Now, it groans like a dying animal beneath the weight of chaos.
The grand arch that used to gleam with carved wolf sigils is scorched black. The night is truly filled with filth. The stars labour through thick smoke, mixing with the moans of the wails and the fast-spreading crackle of flames.
The front lawn is littered with debris and torn banners, the crest of the Nightwalker pack trampled into the mud like it was never worth the blood it took Ezra to earn. The air is thick with fear, not just the scent of it but the sound, too. Screams. Pleading. The sharp crack of whips.
I cross into the grand foyer and freeze.
The portraits lining the walls, of past alphas and their victories have been slashed to shreds. Miniature marble statues
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