Days passed.Wren fell into a pattern. She woke early. She explored. She avoided Sera's room—the guilt was too heavy to face every day. She ate the food that was brought to her, though it still felt like a trap.And she watched Cain.She didn't mean to at first. But the Alpha was everywhere. Running training sessions with his warriors. Meeting with Thorne in quiet corners. Walking the border patrols. He worked harder than anyone she'd ever seen.Today, she found herself at the edge of the training grounds, half-hidden behind a fence post.Cain stood in the center of the ring, stripped to the waist. His body was covered in scars—old ones, faded white, and newer ones still pink. Battle marks. He moved like death itself—brutal, efficient, beautiful in a terrible way.A warrior charged at him. Cain sidestepped, grabbed the man's arm, and threw him to the ground in one smooth motion. The warrior hit the dirt hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs."Again," Cain ordered.The warrior
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