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By the time I got dressed and made my way toward Alexander’s office, the pack house already felt different.
The kind of silence that settled over a place before something terrible was about to happen.
Or maybe before something irreversible.
But then, it had been feeling like that almost every day lately... so I assumed it was just me.
My boots echoed softly against the hallway floor as I walked, and for a second, I caught myself wondering if this was what people felt like before walking toward their execution.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t panicking.
The fear had burned through me hours ago.
What remained now was something colder.
Acceptance.
Not that I wanted to die.
But I had already accepted that surviving this would require me to walk directly into danger willingly.
And if th
