The battlefield noise faded.Not because the war stoppedbut because she stood in front of me.The Veil Queen’s presence drowned everything else out. Sound warped around her, the air bending slightly as if reality itself adjusted to her existence.Up close, her power felt endless.Ancient.Terrifyingly calm.Behind her, warriors still fought and howled, but the space around us became strangely still.“You are afraid,” she said softly.I forced myself to stand straight. “Anyone would be.”She studied me carefully, almost thoughtfully.“Yet you stand anyway.”Silver light flickered weakly around my hands.“I won’t let you take them.”A faint smile touched her lips.“I am not taking them,” she replied. “I am freeing them from suffering created by instinct hierarchy, rejection, weakness.”Images flashed suddenly between us wolves cast out, omegas abused, packs torn apart by dominance struggles.My breath caught.She wasn’t creating lies.She was showing truths.Painful ones.“You see?” sh
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