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He blurted out. Kenziel tilts his head, considering Alexander's words. "A game of the mind?" He repeats, the corner of his lip twitching up in a half-smile. "Well, isn't that the most interesting kind of game?" "Pardon...?" "A game where the battlefield isn't physical, but in the thoughts and emotions of your opponent." Kenziel enunciated slowly. "A game where the weapon isn't a sword or a gun, but a single idea, planted in just the right spot to wreak havoc."

"That's good. Remember, Lolo—it's a good thing you didn't end up with him." Christopher delivered those words with the gentlest tone, yet they landed on my heart like a sledgehammer. After ending the call, I looked outside the window. Here in Northmoon, there were no familiar lights from the pack, just a vast wilderness blanketed in snow. From far off, the training grounds carried the faint sound of howls, wild and full of life.