Something had already changed inside Ren, and this time he wouldn’t look away.He didn’t sleep, and for him the night passed without rest or dreams. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling beams of the longhouse while the pack settled around him, unaware that the ground beneath their certainty had begun to fracture. Wolves breathed, shifted and murmured in his half-sleep, because life would go on no matter what.By the time dawn thinned the dark, the decision had already been made. He rose before the Beta Ajax returned, and even before the enforcers finished rotating off watch. He dressed with deliberate calm—boots pulled on, coat fastened, weapons secured not out of fear but habit. Everything about his movements was steady, controlled. And nothing was rushed or wasted.The letter was burned to ashes and gone to ash. But the words remained, carved somewhere deeper than memory.Ren stepped outside the stretch of the morning, where it had dragged across the park in muted color. Pale
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