ReyaThree full days passed, and I quickly realized that living in the guard wing of the Blackwood fortress was basically like being a ghost. Alpha Killian completely kept his word about ignoring me. He did not check on me once. A quiet, elderly omega servant brought a tray of minimal rations to my room twice a day, usually consisting of stale bread, a bowl of thin broth, and some dried meat. I did not complain about the food. I ate every single bite because I needed to keep my physical strength up. I spent my daylight hours sitting by the small, drafty window of my room, studying every single detail of the fortress courtyard below. I watched the Blackwood warriors train in the muddy snow for hours. They were brutal, efficient, and completely serious about their combat. There was no laughing or showing off like the warriors back in the Southern Valley. This pack lived on the edge of survival, and it showed in every movement. By the third night, the temperature dropped significantly,
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