Cassien's POV The words hung in the air, Duel of Bloods, an ancient ritual, a fight that could not be avoided, postponed, or taken back. I looked at the elders who had already made their choice and found no hesitation in their gaze. "So this is what you want?" My voice was even, but the anger in it was unmistakable. Elder Magnus met my gaze. "This is what the pack wants." "No," I said, stepping forward until a few elders shifted uneasily on their thrones. "This is what you want. The pack is safe, the borders protected, the warriors well-trained, the people fed, clothed, and guarded." Magnus' expression did not change. “You abandoned your duties.” The room fell silent. There, the truth.
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