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Chapter Sixteen: The Price of Loyalty
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2025-07-07 07:00:00Evelyn
That night, Mara helped me dress again—this time in thicker clothes, a tunic, heavy boots, and a deep blue cloak that brushed the ground.
My stomach turned, bile rising every time I thought of what waited outside.
“Where are we going?” I asked, though I already suspected.
She didn’t meet my eyes. “You’ll see.”
I hated that answer.
The courtyard looked different under torchlight, transformed from a training ground to something more like an execution stage. Torches ringed the perimeter, flames whipping in the cold breeze, casting long, eerie shadows across stone and dirt. The pack had gathered, shoulder to shoulder in stiff, silent ranks, eyes gleaming in the night like predators waiting for blood.
I swallowed hard as Mara led me forward. Each step felt heavier than the last. Every eye turned to me. I felt their judgment like a blade across my skin—some gaz
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