Viana's POVI turned slowly, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throatAnd there he was.Bladen.For one lone second, I couldn’t move.He stood in front of me in his wolf form, half shadowed by the moonlight spilling through the broken window. His dark fur looked rough, uneven in places, streaked with dirt and blood. He looked bigger now and yet smaller than I had ever seen him—like strength trying desperately not to collapse.He looked weak.Not the kind of weakness that came from exhaustion alone. This was something deeper. Something that looked like pain forced into silence.His chest rose slowly, each breath heavy, uneven, like breathing itself had become work. His body trembled faintly beneath the effort of standing, and for the first time since I had known him, he did not look like someone impossible to break.But it was his eyes that held me still.Golden.Bright even in the dark.Locked on mine.There was no rage there, just exhaustion and something that looked
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