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Magnus. I woke up late that morning, my body still heavy with exhaustion from the chaos of the previous night. The sunlight streaming through the thick drapes of my room didn’t feel welcoming. Instead, it served as a reminder of how little rest I’d had. Rubbing my temples, I tried to shake off the lingering fatigue. It was the second day of the Christmas ceremonies—a time meant for joy, unity, and celebration. But the first day had ended in chaos. The rogue attack had disrupted everything, leaving the pack tense and shaken. I’d spent the night fighting off those invaders, ensuring everyone’s safety and the continuation of our festivities. Yet, as I sat there, I couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss. Despite the victory, the weight of leadership pressed down on me, and my t
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