The dungeon swam around me. I pushed off the bars and forced my legs to move, one heavy step after another, toward the stairs. My body felt like it belonged to someone else, someone who had just lost everything, someone who had nothing left to lose.I climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The main hall was quiet now, the pack members having retreated to their quarters, sensing the gravity of what had happened. I walked through the empty corridors like a ghost, my mind blank, my heart numb.When I reached the infirmary, I stopped outside the door. I could hear voices inside Grace's calm, professional tone, Aurora's mother's quiet sobs, Mackline's low, steady murmuring.I pushed the door open.Aurora was still on the bed, paler than I had ever seen her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow, her body barely moving. Grace stood at the foot of the bed, her medical instruments laid out on a tray beside her. Mackline sat on one side, holding Aurora's hand. Aurora's moth
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