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Luca's POV This is excruciating. It's the toughest challenge I've ever faced. I despise it. I hate putting Hannah in this position. I can't even look her in the eye, fearing she'll sense the self-loathing consuming me. She'll resent me for life. I can't believe I'm subjecting her to this ordeal again. All I want is to vanish and never be found. "Are you returning me to the pack?" She interrogates, her gaze piercing through me, dissecting my every flaw. What am I even saying? I can't endure this any longer; I want it all to end. "Yes, we are," Krystal interjects, noticing my delay in responding. I'm scrutinizing Hannah too intently, and it's becoming uncomfortably obvious even to me. Why do I yearn for us to flee from here together? Maybe I should implore my inner demon to take over, so