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The pack disperses for real this time, heading to gear up and prepare. Ryder pulls me aside into the small office adjoining the hall.

"You sure about this?" His hands cup my face. "Once we start, there's no turning back."

"I'm sure." I lean into his touch. "That girl is nineteen years old and terrified. Every hour we wait is another hour she spends thinking she's going to die. I can't—I won't let her suffer because I was too scared to act."

"Your compassion is going to get you ...