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... e courtyard as our convoy pulled into the Shadow Pack fortress. My hands were trembling, stained with my brother’s blood despite Leo’s best efforts to clean them during our frantic escape from the abandoned temple. The taste of fear still lingered on my tongue—metallic and bitter.
"He’s still breathing," Leo reassured me as warriors rushed forward to carefully extract Enzo’s battered body from the vehicle. My half-brother looked like a broken doll, his skin ashen where it wasn’t bruised ...
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