Elara's POVI stood by the window of my chambers, staring out at the distant, sun-drenched square. The stone was still stained with the colorful petals and spilled wine of the night before, a lingering testament to a night I still struggled to process."I can’t believe it actually worked," I whispered to the empty room, my fingers grazing the cool glass. "I really can’t believe he was right."The memory of the square felt like a dream. When Elias and I had arrived, the air was thick with the scent of roasting meat and jasmine. The common folk of the pack were everywhere—hundreds of them, dancing, singing, and laughing in that raw, desperate way that people do when they think no one is watching. They were so unsuspecting, so entirely caught up in the rhythm of the drums, that I had felt like an intruder."Dance with me, Elara," Elias had said, his voice cutting through my anxiety as he reached his hand out to me.I had recoiled slightly, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Elias, no.
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