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NORA Silence! Thick and suffocating. My hands trembled against my burning cheeks, the sting of the slap searing into my skin. My face throbbed, my pride shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. For ten years, I had held my ground, never shedding a single tear. And now, in the span of one day, I had broken both of those rules. Tears, and now this, Sylvester’s slap. A storm raged inside me. The pain wasn’t just physical, it was deeper, raw, like claws tearing through my chest. My wolf, Arabella, growled lowly in my head, her anger simmering beneath the surface, but she remained eerily silent. As if she, too, was trying to process this betrayal. So many thoughts raced through my mind. Slap him back. Slap Mira. Walk out. Scream. But I was good at this. Oh, I was damn good at this. I sm