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Jennita’s pov Brenda lay in a pool of her blood, having single-handedly pushed out twin cubs already mewling into the nightfall beside her. I shift back to my human form, my bones cracking into place before I carelessly take a cloak from the kit box and wrap it around me, approaching her. “Jennita...,“ her head is matted with sweat and blood, and my heart twinges with pain, hearing the relief just from calling my name, the weak smile she shot me before she took a deep breath, moving uncomfortably in the trap.

*Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter explores the brutal methodology of the Witch’s training, the terrifying adaptability of a Prime, and the heartache of parents watching their child evolve into something they can no longer protect. HELEN’S P.O.V. The swamp didn't wake up like the forest. The forest woke up with birdsong and light. The swamp woke up with a gurgle. I opened my eyes to the smell of sulfur and chicory coffee. The light filtering through the

Adella didn't flinch, her smirk only deepening as she watched me lose my temper, clearly enjoying the fact that she had managed to strike a nerve so easily. The heavy atmosphere shifted slightly as the senior elders began to murmur among themselves, their low voices creating a buzzing sound that filled the spaces between the high pillars. Harkan, the oldest wolf on the council, stepped forward and cleared his throat, his posture rigid as he directed his gaze toward the throne.

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Zara’s POV Athdal Haven, home of wolves They had already started Kain’s burial and nobody asked me if I was ready for it. The air smelled sharp with pine and crushed sage, and I hate both smells now because they will always remind me of this moment. His blood was still under my fingernails, dried in the little lines, and I would not wash it off because cleaning him away felt like telling a lie. I kept telling myself not to look at my hands. I looked anyway. I could not stop seeing his eyes when they ripped his heart out, and that picture wakes me up every damn night before my brain remembers that it really happened.