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Roman POV

Morning broke, painting the sky with shades of pink and gold. The palace, with its grandeur and stoic presence, seemed untouched by the turmoil that raged within its walls.

As I stood in the vast courtyard, the morning sun warmed my skin, but its radiance couldn't penetrate the shadow of worry that enveloped me. Each passing day felt like an eternity without Emily by my side.

Elliot joined me in the garden, his face etched with concern. We knew we couldn't afford to wait any longer. Every moment that Emily spent in Sebastian's captivity was a moment too long.

"Roman," he said, his voice unwavering, "we need a plan, a strategy to rescue Emily. Time is slipping away."

I nodded, my thoughts focused on the urgency of the situation. "You're right, Elliot. We can't let this continue any longer. We must gather the pack and mobilize our resources. Sebastian won't keep her hidden forever."

We spent hours that morning formulating our plan. The palace became a hive of activity as we ra