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~Fridolf's POV
This was it, the D-day.
The day I would finally wage war against my own blood.
I tightened my grip on the sword at my hip and walked down the narrow hall that led to Belinda's chamber. Two guards stood by the door, both loyal to me. Their eyes were sharp, waiting for my order.
"Open it," I said quietly.
One of them hesitated. "Alpha, she's been restless all evening."
"I don't care," I said, voice low. "Open it."
The iron door creaked, and the smell of damp air and old hay escaped. Belinda was sitting by the small window, her wrists resting on her knees.
When she saw me, she stood abruptly. "Finally," she snapped. "You decided to visit the one who helped you rise to this point?"
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Helped me?" I repeated slowly. "You almost destroyed everything we've built."
