Eliana's POVThe messenger returned three days later.I was in the training grounds when he found me—sparring with Marcus, my claws extended, my body slick with sweat. He waited at the edge of the ring, his head bowed, a sealed envelope in his hands.I shifted back and took it."Did he read it?""Yes, Alpha.""And?"The messenger hesitated."He burned it."I felt nothing.Not anger. Not sadness. Not even surprise."Thank you. You may go."He bowed and left.Marcus approached, his expression careful."Eliana—""It's fine.""You don't have to pretend—""I'm not pretending." I met his eyes. "I didn't write that letter for him. I wrote it for me."He studied my face, then nodded."Understood."That afternoon, I walked the perimeter of the compound.The rebuilding was nearly complete. New houses stood where burned ones had been. The training grounds had been restored—bigger, better, stronger. The fire pit burned bright at the center of everything, a symbol of our resilience.Wolves nodded
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