MIRANDA'S POV After Nigel and Duran peeled off with heavy reluctance on both sides, the rest of us followed the guard inside, and the moment the heavy doors shut behind us, the mansion seemed to inhale. The halls were exactly how I remembered them—cold, wide, too polished, and too formal, with walls that had watched generations of wolves grow up and get crushed under expectation. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was loaded, coiled tight like something was crouched in the dark, waiting for the right second to strike. Velma stayed close to Lazarus, her shoulder brushing his arm every few steps. Lazarus walked calmly as always, his posture perfect, his expression unreadable, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. His father was here. That alone was enough to sour the air. Valko, on the other hand, walked like a man preparing to propose to his girl and fight a dragon at the same time. He kept checking the Glowpearl hidden in his jacket, then sniffing his breath like
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