Jason and I follow Captain Kael through the winding stone halls of the palace, each step tightening the knot in my stomach. The snow has thickened outside, the wind howling through the towering trees that frame the Lycan border like sentinels.When we finally reach the front gates, I spot the figure immediately.Avalon stands just beyond the iron boundary, dressed in thin clothing wholly unfit for this kind of cold. His hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, and his lips are tinged blue from exposure. Snow has gathered at his boots and shoulders, yet he stands unmoving, arms crossed tightly over his chest like it’s the only thing holding him together.Jason lets out a quiet, anguished sound and moves to open the gate, but I stop him with a firm hand.“I’ll do it,” I say.I step into the snow-laden night, the cold biting at my skin instantly. Avalon’s head lifts at the sound of my approach. His eyes—so similar to Jason’s in color but dulled with something broken—meet mine.“Avalon,” I
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