Astrid’s POV The wind outside the house was colder than I expected. Or maybe I was just finally breathing again. The door closed behind me with a dull click, sealing off the voices of Taylor and her mother, but their words still echoed in my mind. We remove the problem. We send her away. I had heard those exact words before. Seven years ago. In my past life. Back then, I hadn’t been standing outside the room listening. Back then, they had said it to my face—with sweet smiles and fake concern. I walked slowly down the gravel path toward the gate, my hands tucked into the pockets of my coat. The night air smelled faintly of pine and damp soil. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled softly. The sound used to comfort me. Now it just reminded me how lonely I had been. I stopped near the gate and leaned against the cold metal bars. Memories pressed in on me harder than I expected. The hospital room. The surgery. The blood. Damien’s hands on my shoulders as he promised
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