Chapter 131 To Save Me From Myself

　　The air inside the sanctum was thick with tension as Caitlyn stood at its center, her heart pounding in her chest. Wolves gathered in silence, a somber presence filling the space. The next 24 hours were a delicate thread—they would either save her, or destroy everything they had fought for. The weight of that truth pressed down on them all, making the air feel suffocating. 　　The ritual was set. The severing ritual would require Caitlyn to relive everything she had experienced—her sacrifices, the wars she had fought, her time beyond the veil, the memories of her death, of her rebirth. It was a harrowing task, one that could unravel her completely. Raymond was to remain outside the circle, a spectator to her agony, unable to intervene, no matter how painful or dangerous it became. 　　Selene, ever the pragmatist, had warned him in no uncertain terms. “If you step in before it’s over,” she had said, her voice full of grave authority, “you’ll break the circle. And if that happens, she’ll n