POV: EvanaThe dark parchment crumbled in my fist, the glowing silver runes fading to a dull, ash-gray.The air in the high tower felt suddenly thin, as if the mysterious declaration from the Continental Sovereign Council had sucked the warmth right out of the stone room. Below us, the iron bell continued to chime its heavy, rhythmic warning, its echo rolling over the snow-covered peaks of Black Ridge like the rumble of approaching thunder."They cannot do this," I whispered, my voice shaking with an anger that burned far hotter than fear. "I am not a piece on a board. I am not a prize to be handed to whichever Alpha stands victorious over a heap of bodies!"Darius stepped into my space, his broad shoulders blocking the cold wind blowing through the open stone archway. He placed both of his massive, warm hands on my shoulders, grounding me instantly. His dark eyes were fierce, blazing with a lethal, absolute resolve."Listen to me, Evana," Darius said, his deep voice carrying a quiet
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