DECLAN’S POVThe dawn breaks too soon, and with it comes no peace.I’m already awake when the first light bleeds across my window. Sleep never came—at least not the kind that restores. My body might have rested for an hour here and there, but my mind and wolf never stopped pacing.I rise and throw on training clothes, needing an outlet. The warriors are already on the field when I join them, their sparring grunts cutting through the crisp morning air. I nod at them, then step into the ring with one of my best fighters. We circle, fists raised, and then collide with bone-jarring force.The clash should help. Fighting always helps. But today, no matter how hard I push, no matter how many times I send my opponent sprawling into the dirt, the restless burn inside me doesn’t dim.Because the truth is—it isn’t a fight I need. It’s her.I catch myself growling under my breath, low and sharp enough that my opponent stumbles back, startled. I wave him off, dismissing the session, and storm to
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