RYTHAN BLACKTHORNE (wolf: Razhan)Kythan’s eyes went wide as he stared between the two of us, blinking fast, like his brain hadn’t caught up to what he’d just heard.Then he started pacing — short, furious strides that ate up the length of my office.“Don’t. Dare. Me.” His voice cracked on the edge of a yell. Every word carried its own threat.My own fingers curled into fists without my permission. “Come back home, Celine,” I said, stepping closer.She scoffed — I could hear it, that flat, humorless sound she used to make when one of us said something particularly stupid.“Home?” She let the word hang there, mocking. “The only home I have is right here. I’m not coming back to that house, that company. You can all, as usual, go fuck yourselves.”She was enjoying this.I could hear it in the ease of her voice — no tremor, no hesitation, just the calm of someone who’d planned exactly how far she wanted to twist the knife.“I’m ending this call now,” she added, almost bored.“Celine, you
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