Chapter Eight: The Weight of Staying

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Morning came without mercy. A horn sounded before the sky even began to lighten, sharp and brutal, ripping me out of an already shallow sleep. My body protested the moment I tried to sit up. Every muscle screamed. My ribs felt like they were wrapped in iron bands. For a brief, shameful moment, I considered not getting up. Just lying there. Letting this place decide I wasn’t worth the effort. Then I remembered the way Kael had looked through me, not at me. I forced myself to my feet. The camp was already alive. Wolves moved with purpose, their expressions focused, their bodies conditioned for war. No one spared me a glance. I was invisible again, just another body that didn’t belong. Sera stood at the center of the training grounds, her posture straight, her gaze sharp. “You’re lat

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