Christina’s POVWe survived the night.That wasn’t enough.Dawn broke over the ruined packhouse, cold and gray. Wolves moved through the debris, carrying bodies to the clearing for burial rites. Seven dead. Names I’d learned. Faces I’d seen choose sides.Gone.I stood at the edge of the gathering, watching silently as they were laid to rest.Finn spoke the traditional words. Caleb, too weak to stand long, sat in a chair someone had brought for him. He looked like a ghost pale, trembling, barely holding himself upright.But he was there.That mattered.When it was over, wolves dispersed slowly. Some back to guard posts. Others to rest. Everyone was exhausted.I turned away from the graves.Surviving wasn’t victory.It was just the beginning.Mira was changing Kael’s bandages when I returned to the medical wing.He was awake. Propped against pillows, face still too pale but eyes clear.“You should be resting,” I said.“So should you.”I ignored that. “How is he?”Mira finished wrapping
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