Page 77 of Rangers Mountain Rescue
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Havoc
She’s scared.
Not weak.
Not fragile.
Scared in the way that comes from losing something you can’t replace.
I get that.
Better than most.
The room clears slowly.
Ace, Blaze, Wolf—all giving us space.
Smart.
I step closer.
Not too close.
Not yet.
“You’re right to be worried,” I say.
She looks up at me.
Surprised.
“But this doesn’t stop unless we stop it.”
Her jaw tightens.
“That’s what Joseph thought.”
The name lands between us.
Heavy.
Complicated.
I nod slowly.
“Yeah.”
“And he died.”
There it is.
The truth.
The fear.
The reason she’s holding on so tight.
