"I promise, Delilah."

Elijah's firm words were all I needed. I turned to Jeremy and nodded.

"I have to go now," I whispered.

"Deli, don't do it!" Jeremy insisted.

I moved forward, but Jeremy grabbed my arm. This wasn't what I wanted—if Elijah and Jeremy clashed again, everything would be ruined. If anything happened to Jeremy, it would lead to a full-blown war. The enemies of the royal pack, eager to overthrow Elijah, would take advantage of the chaos to claim the throne.

"I can't be with you, Jeremy," I whispered.

"Why do you have to follow his orders, Deli? I'll protect you. You don't have to be afraid."

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