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NORA Silence. Not the kind that felt peaceful. Not the kind that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. No. This silence was suffocating. It pressed against my chest, thick and heavy, like the air itself wanted to choke me. I sat on my bed, knees drawn up, my arms wrapped tightly around them. The room was dim, but the moonlight creeping through the window was enough to remind me that the night was still here. The echoes of the battle still rang in my head, the growls, the clashes, the scent of blood in the air. And then the looks. The way everyone stared at me. Sylvester. Mira. The pack. They weren’t just surprised. They were shocked. Afraid. I exhaled shakily, running a hand down my face. My fingers were still trembling. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was something else. “Y