VANESSA'S POVThe air in the war room didn't feel like air anymore. It was a solid, suffocating mass of tension and grief, thick enough to taste-a metallic tang of impending violence and the bitter ash of shattered history. Adrien stood framed in the doorway, not as the victorious Alpha returning from battle, but as a man standing over the grave of his own past. The torchlight from the hall cast his face in sharp relief, highlighting the stark, utter devastation that had wiped away all traces of the pride from the celebration just hours before.Kael's question hung between them, a toxic challenge. "Or what, Adrien? You'll kill me yourself?"Adrien didn't move. His eyes, those fierce green embers that usually blazed with conviction, were dull, glazed with a pain so profound it was a physical presence. He was looking at a ghost-the ghost of the boy he'd trained with, the man he'd trusted with his life, the brother he'd believed would stand beside him until the end. The corpse of that be
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