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The slump in this shoulders and the slow steps Landon took did not go unnoticed by Levi, who was watching him intently. “I’m sorry, Levi,” Landon started as soon as he was in touching distance. “They haven’t found any survivors yet.” Levi felt something die inside him. His mate was… dead? “No!” Levi shouted, shooting up from the stretcher. “She survived! She was on the second floor, about 100 yards from the stairs. She has blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. She is the strongest person I know. She has to be alive!” He shouted, getting right in his brother’s face.

Upon seeing this, my family couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward. A huge fight broke out in earnest. The scene instantly descended into chaos. Everyone in my family was incensed. They showed no mercy to the Bakers. So, each person picked their target and fought with all their might. The situation grew more and more chaotic until, by the end, it was clear that my family had the upper hand and was pummeling the Bakers mercilessly. Even my eight-year-old nephew managed to land several solid kicks. The fight only stopped when the village chief, Richard Anderson, rushed over in a panic and broke it up.

Every second felt like punishment. Still, somewhere deep inside, I kept hoping for a miracle. But this world doesn’t give you miracles. It takes, and takes—until you stop fighting back. And maybe that’s what I need to do now. Stop fighting. Start surviving. Because what mattered most now… wasn’t me. It was the tiny life inside me. I placed a trembling hand on my stomach, my heart breaking all over again. “I have to protect you,” I whispered. “No matter what.”

I cup my hear. "Packs fight together!." They respond. These survivors have come a long way from shelters pompous nepo babies to strong fighters. And even if I don't say it to their faces, I am proud. "Packs do what?." I yell again. "Packs fight together!." "Now lets go get them!." "YEAH!."

"Promise me." "I promise. If you die I'll keep fighting. Keep building. Keep making your death mean something. But Freya?" I tilt her face up. "You're not dying. Neither of us is dying. We're surviving. Together. Because that's what we do. We survive. We fight. We win. Together. Always together." "Always together." She agrees. Though we both know it's a promise we might not be able to keep. Tomorrow is unpredictable. One or both of us might not survive. Might not make it. Might die fighting for what we believe in.

When the time came for my acceptance speech, I stood on the stage with the reward in my hand and looked out at the audience. So many young, bright, hopeful faces filled the hall. "Once, I believed marriage was a safe harbor. Because of someone who did not deserve it, I nearly lost myself and my life." I paused. "But later I realized something important. No one should live as someone else's accessory. The pursuit of one's own value is the only thing that lasts. "This award belongs to me, to my team, and to everyone who refuses to surrender when life turns against them. "No matter what you face, remember this. You always have the strength to start over."

And I have no idea if we'll survive it. But I know this: I'm done running. Done hiding. Done letting Richard Cross control my life. Starting now, we fight back. And we fight to win. Or we die trying.

"And then what? What happens when there's no one left to fight?" He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes searching my face. "And then we figure out who we are when we're not fighting. We figure out how to live." "What if I don't know how to be anything else? What if fighting is all I have left?" "Then you learn. You learn to live again. One day at a time."

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

We need to plan; we have to survive. We need to survive! ========