Darius povThe cold of the North did not comfort instead It sharpened everything.The pain.The loss.The silence.Clawfrost stood as it always had, carved into ice and stone, unyielding against the world, but even here… something felt different.The gates had barely closed behind us before the weight of what we had brought back settled over the pack like a storm that refused to break.Survivors.Wounded.Grieving.Broken.I stood at the center of it all, my vision narrowed on one side, the healer’s hands firm but careful as they worked around my eye.“Hold still,” she said quietly.“I am,” I replied.“Your version of still is… concerning.”I did not respond to that because my focus was not on the pain, it was not on the injury, it was not even on the blood I could still feel drying against my skin.It was on them.. Seraphine and Aurelian.Across the chamber, she knelt beside him, her hands gentle, her voice soft as she tried to calm him.But nothing was working.“I want uncle Kade,”
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