The next morning, sun rose pale and cold over the pack house, and with it came my resolve. I had hardly slept; the storm from the night before echoed in my mind, the bitterness of Lara’s accusations, Jacob’s furious defense, the way his words tore open truths I had tried so hard to bury. But none of it mattered now. I couldn’t stay here. Not after everything.I dressed quietly, every movement careful as though I might wake the shadows in the halls. My small bag, packed the night before, sat waiting by the door. With one last glance at the walls that had held so much tension, I took a deep breath and walked toward the dining room, where I knew Jacob would be.He was there, sitting at the head of the table, a cup of black coffee cooling in his hand. His eyes lifted the second I stepped in.“Lio,” he said, his voice low, almost tentative. “You’re awake early.”“I have to leave,” I whispered, though my words came out steadier than I expected.His brows drew together, storm-dark eyes searc
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