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(Chapter 119:Mira's Pov)

The air was heavy with silence. Not the kind that came after victory—but the kind that followed a loss you couldn't take back.

I stood at the edge of the open grave, my heart pounding against the ache in my chest. The world felt colder without Alaric's presence, even after everything he had done. My hands trembled at my sides, still stained with the memory of his blood.

And the worst part?

I was the one who killed him.

My brother. My blood. Gone—by my hand.

A bitter wind swept through the courtyard of the Lycan palace, carrying the scent of earth and sorrow. Behind me, the others stood in silence. Darius—usually so cold and indifferent—bowed his head, his jaw locked tight as if holding back words he'd never speak. Thorne stood apart from everyone, fists clenched, his eyes burning with unshed tears. And Caelyn…