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Political maneuvering dressed up as heroism. Ignatia must have seen it too, because she laughed. The sound was like wood splitting in a bonfire, harsh and mocking. "Empty sacrifice means nothing," she said, echoing my thoughts. "The one who dies must mean something to all of you. Not just grand gestures and future glory. Real loss. Real pain. Real love." Garrett's face flushed darker. "I meant what I said. I'm willing to die." "Willing and worthy are different things," Ignatia replied. "Try again."

"How can you still believe in this? After everything we have lost?" "Because the alternative is worse," I said simply. "Because going back to Council rule means my parents died for nothing. Because giving up now means the spy wins. Means Silas was right. Means every wolf who trusted us was a fool." "Maybe they were fools," he said. "Maybe we all were." "Then we are noble fools," I said. "Fighting for something worth dying for. That has to count for something." Before he could respond, Dante burst through the door.

"I just believe that dying for something you really believe in is a better death than dying trying to meet someone else's expectations, I say that from experience." "And what is that supposed to mean?" asked Doreon exasperatedly, pulling himself up. "Why do you always talk like that? You say one thing and I never understand what you mean, I never understand anything with you!" Then he ran a hand through his hair. The commander looked at him in surprise. "You take it personally, you should calm down a bit." Doreon snorted and threw himself to the ground, closing his eyes. "Living as others would like is not a life worth living," he heard her say.

David said insipidly. Since he wanted to build his reputation, how could he do so if no one lost their life? Additionally, the person who died should be of pretty high status. If not, the effect would be greatly diminished.

One voice was cut off sharply by another intense voice. “Without a price, I’m not sure if I’m willing to sacrifice that much time and money. It’s much more than we usually do.” “Vince, you’d be crazy not to accept. Do you realize how much money this could make us?” Landon mentally noted the two voices sounded different and especially clung to the sound of Vincent’s voice. “You think I need to worry about money? I’m talking connections here. Arroyo is really sloppy when it comes to his deals.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the pain that simple movement brought me “I could have died. And I would have been nothing more than a pawn in their game. Disposable to everyone. Even to my mother.” “That…” I could almost hear Atticus swallow hard. “I know Alpha Kaia is making a big mistake believing Arthur and Cassian, but it doesn’t mean…” “She might say no. She might even think no. But it would be a relief for her if I died. That’s why she didn’t come here. Deep down she knows that, without me, her family would be perfect. That’s why I no longer doubt that the Alpha position isn’t something worth dying for. In the end, it won’t make me feel like my life is worth anything to my mother or any

"That's the one kind of respect I've ever trusted. The kind that tells you you're wrong about something. I had it from her for a single afternoon, and I'll miss it the rest of this life." Someone in the ring made a sound. The scout. Edda's sister, her jaw set hard against it, and it got out anyway. "They didn't die for me," Amara said... harder now, pitching it to reach past the grief to the thing underneath it. "I need that understood, because some of you are telling yourselves they did, and that story will rot you from the inside out. They didn't die for a marked soul, or a prophecy, or a girl who climbs walls. They died holding a line so the rest of us could keep standing. That isn't dyin

“Maybe. But if someone’s trying to bury this story, it means there’s still something alive underneath it.” Nora exhaled. “God, you’re impossible.” “Yeah,” Caleb said, sliding the paper back to her. “But that’s what makes you good.” Aria folded the note again, slipping it into her pocket. Her coffee had gone cold, but her decision hadn’t. “Then I guess it’s time to find out who still wants me quiet.” The air inside Valente’s headquarters was heavy with the scent of money, steel, and loyalty bought in blood. The building was disguised as a logistics firm on the East River. Rows of cargo manifests and shipping schedules on every desk, but behind the locked glass doors, the real business thrived

But, due to my stubbornness, I defied her. Why did they die in the first place? Why shouldn’t I? People who have more worth often die earlier, while those who are worthless live longer. I want to die with my parents. I don’t want to live in a world where the individuals who used to encourage me to fight for my life are no longer around. If they were just going to die, they would have murdered me as well. I’m useless in this world. If I will live in the world alone, it’s like I’m being brutally murdered every day because of missing them.

“ Yes, and you know what? I'm actually prepared to die, because life definitely isn't worth living anymore.” *Wait,what?*