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Nora said nothing as she turned away, trying to put as much distance between them as possible, but Arnold’s voice stopped her.

“Grandma knows about us getting a divorce.”

Nora stilled for a second before responding, her voice calm. “It’s good to know.”

At least now, there would be no more forced meetings, no more fake smiles, no more pretending, Arnold’s grandmother had always been the one pulling the strings, trying to orchestrate reconciliation between them. But now, with the truth out, that exhausting charade could finally end.

A faint sigh escaped her lips, but she said nothing more.

They left the hallway in silence, walking side by side yet worlds apart. The tension between them was almost tangible, filled with unsaid words and unresolved emotions.

As they neared the dining hall, Nora stepped on a puddle of water she hadn’t noticed. The moment her foot slipped, a sharp intake of breath left her lips, her body tilting dangerously to the side.

Before she could hit the ground, strong hands caught her.

Arnold.

His grip was firm but not rough, steadying her before she could fall.

For a second, she felt the heat of his touch, a reminder of how familiar this used to be. But the moment passed quickly.

Nora pulled away immediately, straightening herself with a muttered, “I’m fine.”

Arnold let go just as quickly, his expression unreadable.

Neither of them said anything.

But someone else had seen.

his gaze landed on them. He exhaled slowly, watching

and Nora… they barely spoke, yet there was something

demeanor wasn’t just indifference–it was the kind of distance that only came after once knowing someone

assumed that Linda was the one Arnold wanted. But now, watching the way Nora and Arnold stood

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wasn’t so sure.

cigarette, Dalton chuckled

Interesting.

tension of the previous night faded as Nora and Leo arrived at the studio. She was ready to immerse herself in work, but

office had been transformed.

casting intricate

surprise. “Wow, that looks quiet an artistic work

a moment before realization dawned on his face. “The Frostwolf Celebration is here? So

soon?”

track of the days, but of

was the most sacred festival among the wolves. Long ago, it marked the transition from winter’s harsh survival to the promise of spring. It

enduring strength of the pack.

faces. People laughed, exchanged stories, and prepared for the night’s Moonlit Rite.

spread in her chest.

be swept up in the celebration, momentarily

the office celebration came to a close, Nora stepped out

lined the pathways, their glow casting soft golden hues over the snow–dusted ground. Musicians played

was in full swing, and the city

the night, blending with the rhythmic beat of drums that echoed through the heart of the festival. Street performers dressed in traditional wolf–patterned cloaks danced in elegant, fluid movements, reenacting ancient tales

crowds, holding small wooden carvings of wolves for good

around