Larissa’s POVThe air was heavy—so heavy it pressed against my lungs, thick enough to choke on.I stood before the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection staring back at me. The ceremonial dress clung to my body like it had been sewn from my own skin. Deep crimson silk shimmered over my curves, a golden sash knotted tight at my waist, the emblem of the Nightfang Pack gleaming like a wound. My hair was pinned up, too neat, too delicate, with traitorous strands curling around my temples as if mocking me.Behind me, my mother hovered like a ghost.“You look beautiful,” she whispered, her voice scratchy with emotion. “I never imagined it would be like this.”I didn’t turn. Didn’t blink. Just stared into the glass as though I could unmake it all by sheer will.“Neither did I.”A silence settled—uneasy, heavy—until she broke it.“I failed you.”The words stung more than I expected. I almost flinched.“You left me,” I said quietly. The mirror didn’t reflect tears. Only steel. “When I need
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