POV: ELARADawn hits Emano like it does not care what happened last night, and that alone makes my chest ache.Light spills over the stone paths and the broken walls and the blood, and the blood is everywhere, dark and sticky and wrong in the morning glow. It stains the places where moonlight used to fall clean, and I stop walking for a second because my brain refuses to catch up with what my eyes are seeing.My wolf goes quiet inside me, not calm, just watchful, like she is counting.“No,” I whisper, and I do not even know what I am saying no to.Behind me, boots scrape on stone.“Elara,” Varek says, and his voice is rough like he has not slept at all. “You should not be out here yet.”“I’m fine,” I say, and I keep walking.“You’re not,” Kael adds softly from my other side, and I do not need to look at him to know his eyes are worried and tired. “You haven’t stopped since the attack. Let us do this. Let us bring you reports.”I stop then, slow, and I turn, and the look on their faces
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