Magnus' POV - Tania's Troubles

The night hung heavy around me as I stumbled out of the bar with Nathan in tow. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the distant sounds of the pack's revelry.

"Alright, Nathan," I said, clapping my friend on the back. "Thanks for sticking around, but I think I need some time alone now."

Nathan nodded understandingly, a playful grin on his face. "No problem, Magnus. You know where to find me if you need anything. Just don't go punching any trees or anything out of frustration, okay?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "No promises, but I'll try to keep the destruction to a minimum."

We shared a brief laugh before Nathan grew more serious. "On a serious note, Magnus, take care of yourself. You've got a lot on your plate, and I know it's not easy."

"I will, Nathan," I assured him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Thanks for always having my back."

With a final nod, Nathan turned and began to walk away. I watched him go for a moment before turning in the opposite direction, steeling