Chapter: NIGHTMARESLIA I’m running. The hallway is dark. The door in front of me is half-open. I don’t want to look inside. But I’m already there. “On your knees.” The voice slices through the dark. I try to move. My feet won’t obey. Laughter follows,then silhouettes of men surround me. “They always pretend to have dignity at first.” My throat tightens. Inside the room, shadows move across the wall. I can’t see faces. Just shapes. “Look at me when I speak.” A muffled response. “Good girl.” The words echo, louder this time. I clap my hands over my ears. The door swings open fully, and the room is empty — except now I’m the one inside. Four silhouettes turn toward me. “You’re next.” I wake up choking. The darkness is real this time, and so is the pain in my chest. It takes me a second to remember where I am. Then it all floods back. The house. The booking. The hallway. The voices. I sit up, dragging air into my lungs. My hands are shaking badly. I
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Chapter: Next time it's youLIA I sit on the edge of the mattress when the lock turns again. My body tenses automatically. A different man steps in this time. He sets a tray on the table. “I’m not hungry,” I say before he can speak. “Doesn’t matter,” he replies. There’s rice. Meat. A bottle of water. The sight unsettles me more than scraps would have. “You should eat.” “I said I’m not hungry.” “Listen,” he says, lowering his voice. “You don’t want to start like this.” “Start what?” “They don’t like defiance.” My jaw tightens. “They hit me anyway.” His eyes flick briefly to my cheek. “That was a warning.” My stomach twists. I fold my arms. “And this is what? Kindness?” “No,” he says bluntly. “It’s survival.” “You’re pregnant,” he adds quietly. “I heard.” I hate that word here. It feels exposed. Weaponized. “So?” I challenge. “So starving yourself won’t hurt them.” “I’m not your enemy,” he mutters. “But I’m not your friend either. Eat. Don’t make yourself a problem. Pro
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Chapter: BIOVI EMPIRELIA I wake to light, forcing its way through the edges of the boarded window. My body aches from the floor. At some point during the night, I slid down into the corner beside the bed and stayed there. It felt safer. My throat is dry. My head dull. Voices downstairs again. I pull my knees closer to my chest. I press my palm flat against my stomach. Footsteps approach. They stop outside my door. My entire body goes rigid. The door opens, and a man steps in. Taller than the others. Face covered with a black mask. Gloves on. He doesn’t greet me. He tosses something onto the bed. Fabric. A dress. My stomach drops. “Get dressed.” He steps closer. “I won’t repeat myself.” My fingers curl into the sleeve of my shirt. “What is this?” My voice hoarse. His head tilts slightly. “You’ll do what you’re told,” he says. “That’s how this works.” “I’m pregnant,” I say before I can stop myself. He pauses. Then shrugs. “Then don’t make it difficult.” He turns to
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Chapter: KIDANAPPED,AGAINLIA The van door yanks open. Rough hands grab my arm before I can steady myself. “Move.” I stumble out onto gravel. My vision swims for a second — leftover sedative, adrenaline, fear — I don’t know which is winning. Trees. Thick. Endless. No road in sight. They don’t give me time to adjust. One of them grips my upper arm tighter when my knees threaten to fold. “I’m walking,” I snap, trying to pull free. His fingers tighten in response. “Then walk faster.” The house ahead looks wrong. Windows dark. No lights outside. No cars except the van. My breathing gets shallow. The last time started like this, too. A vehicle. A location no one would find. The slow realization that screaming wouldn’t help. “Upstairs,” someone orders. I dig my heels in. “Who sent you?” My voice cracks despite my effort. One of them shoves me between the shoulder blades. “Keep moving.” The stairs blur. My heartbeat is so loud I can hear it in my ears. I grab the railing, forcing m
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Chapter: DOCTOR’S OFFICE IIQUAN “I’ll go get the doctor.” The room feels smaller. I exhale slowly and reach for my phone. Dimitri answers on the second ring. “Quan , why are you calling me from a hospital?” “They took her. " --- By the time I arrive, I already know something is wrong. A man in scrubs is waiting near the entrance. “You must be family,” he says. “I am ,” I agree, walking past him. Third floor. Restricted wing. The doors open onto aftermath. A cracked monitor screen. A dented supply cart pushed hard into the wall. Two guards standing outside the door. “He regained consciousness abruptly,” she begins. “He was disoriented. He didn’t recognize the facility. He kept asking where his wife was.” “Reasonable,” I say mildly. “She wasn’t listed as a patient here,” the doctor continues. “That escalated things.” I glance around. “I can see that.” “He attempted to leave the ward,” another doctor adds. “Forced entry into an administrative office. We had to sedate him for h
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Chapter: DOCTOR'S OFFICELIA Six months changes everything. My stomach curves gently, undeniable, and I can’t hide it even if I try. Dresses hang looser, chairs are pulled out for me. He walks a half-step closer than he used to. His hand hovers at my back when we move through the hallways, just enough to remind me he’s here. I ease myself onto the couch in the sitting room that’s slowly becomes mine, exhaling as I settle. “I used to be able to do that without planning,” I mutter. His mouth twitches. “You still can. You just announce it now.” I shoot him a look. “You enjoy this far too much.” “I enjoy knowing you’re comfortable,” he corrects. I rest a hand on the curve of my belly, more habit than ceremony now. “The doctor says everything’s progressing well.” “I know,” he says. “She told me.” “You asked again?” “I always ask,” he replies evenly. I study him for a moment, then smile. “You’re going to be unbearable when the baby’s born.” “I already am,” he says. A pause, and then qu
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SILVER IN THE SHADOWS
“You’re useless.”
I lift my head, wrists aching where the rope bites into skin already numb from the cold. My father stands over me, his shadow long and sharp in the firelight spilling from the clearing behind him. I can hear the celebration. My sister’s laughter. The pack chanting her name.
“I tried,” I say. My voice cracks, and I hate it for that alone. “I did everything you asked.”
He scoffs. “Everything?” His gaze drags over me like I’m something rotten. “If you’d done anything right, your mother would still be alive.”
My chest burns, each breath a knife. “She chose—”
“She died because of you,” he snaps. “Because you were too weak to protect yourself. Too weak to be worth the trouble.”
I swallow, tasting blood. “I’m your daughter.”
“No,” he says coldly. “You’re a reminder of my failure.”
He turns away, already done with me. “Be grateful I’m hiding you instead of killing you. An Alpha can’t afford dead weight.”
The rope tightens as he knots it higher, out of reach. He doesn’t look back.
Behind him, the pack howls in celebration.
I lower my head and let the tears fall silently into the dirt because crying is the only thing they haven’t taken from me yet.
But as the night deepens and the forest breathes around me, something else stirs—slow and patient.
They call me useless.
One day, they’ll choke on that word.
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Chapter: THE EDGE OF SECRETSKIRA The nights in the Hollow from the first night to the present one have never been quiet. Even when the camp slept, there were whispers — the kind that crawled through the dark and made your skin cold. I had learned to tell the difference between the voices of people dreaming and the sounds of hate moving through the air. It had been months since the burning of the farm. Mira never spoke of it again, but she carried it in her eyes. Every time she smiled, there was fire behind it. Every time she laughed, it sounded sharp, like glass breaking. The Hollow called her “the flame of vengeance.” They said she would lead them into the next war. I used to be proud of her. Now I only felt fear. That night, I sat outside the caves where we lived. The moonlight touched the rocks, making them silver. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth. From where I sat, I could see the guards at the far edge of camp — black shapes against the dim light, their spears glinting. I wrapped my arms aroun
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Chapter: EDGE OF WARTRIXIE The morning in North Creek began softly. The first light came through the window. The house smelled of bread and pine smoke. Outside, I could hear the pack already stirring . Ryker was already up, rocking little Marielle in his arms. She had her father’s eyes — always watching. Afina slept beside her brother in the cradle, her hand clutching the corner of the blanket as if she feared it would run away. I smiled and leaned against the doorframe. “You’re up early again.” Ryker looked over his shoulder and grinned. “She woke before dawn. Must take after you.” “She’s restless,” I said softly. “Or maybe she just wants to see the sunrise.” He laughed. “Then she’s got the right mother.” For a while, I just watched them. The world had slowed down for us in the last months. No marching boots, no council calls, no battle cries. Only days filled with small things — feeding the pups, walking the fields, checking on the sentries, sharing food with the pack. It was strange, living
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Chapter: BlOOD IS NOT ALWAYS THICKERKIRA The Hollow camp had been quieter since the raid, but not peaceful. Quiet in the Hollow never meant calm. It was the silence before the next hunt. Days had passed, yet the smell of smoke still clung to the air. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the orange glow of that farm burning, heard the screams caught in the wind. I had scrubbed my hands raw trying to wash away the scent, but it never left. It had sunk too deep. Mira, though, seemed different. Her eyes shone with a strange pride when Serana praised her before the others. Warriors clapped her on the back, calling her -The flame of the Hollow. She smiled when they did. I wanted to be happy for her, but I couldn’t. Every time I looked at her, I saw a piece of the sister I knew slipping further away. That night, the fire in the center of the cavern burned low, shadows licking the walls. Most of the others had gone to rest, but Mira stayed awake, sharpening her blade, humming under her breath. I sat across from her, prete
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Chapter: HAUNTING SHADOWSKIRA The Hollow camp never slept. Even when the night was thick and still, the air carried whispers, the scrape of blades, the quiet laughter of those who had grown too used to the dark. Firelight flickered against the cave walls, painting our faces red and gold. It had been three weeks since the burning of the farm. Three weeks since I watched Mira raise her torch with a smile that didn’t belong to her anymore. The smell of smoke still clung to her hair. Sometimes, I could still smell it when she hugged me. Serana had been pleased. She had smiled and said, “Now you see what true loyalty looks like.” She gave Mira her own black blade, only trusted fighters carried them . To the rest of the Hollow, it meant Mira was one of them now. To me, it meant I was losing my sister for good. Since that night, Mira had changed even more. She trained harder than the others, never spoke of fear, never questioned Serana’s orders. When she laughed now, it was short and harsh. She carried hers
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Chapter: THE FIRE WE CHOSEKIRA The Hollow does not fight in daylight. We move in the hours when honest people sleep and the world is too dead to hear our steps. That night was no different. The air was cold, the sky dark and heavy. Our boots made no sound on the dirt. Our faces were hidden under black hoods smeared with ash. Serana said no one who survived would ever know who we were. It was meant to comfort us. It only made me feel smaller. Shame stuck to my skin like sweat. Mira walked ahead of me, her pace sharp and sure. She didn’t look back. I could see the fire in her eyes before we even reached the farm. She had been waiting for this moment - Wanting it. I wanted to take her hand and pull her back. I wanted to tell her that she didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. But the Hollow warriors surrounded us—men and women who lived on blood and fear. If I showed weakness, they’d turn on me before dawn. So I kept walking. When we reached the edge of the ridge, the farm lay below us. A barn, a field
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Chapter: ONE DIFFERS FROM THE OTHERKIRA An year can feel long when you live in shadows. Longer still when every day tastes the same. Smoke in the air. The Hollow’s damp walls pressing close. Voices sharp with anger. Nothing soft, nothing kind. That has been my life. My life beside Mira. She has changed. Or maybe she has only grown more into what was always in her. Hate does that — it does not arrive all at once. It seeps in slow, drop by drop, until it fills the whole of a person. I have watched it take her. Every sunrise, every nightfall, a little more of her vanishes into that dark place. I remember how she used to laugh. It was quick, wild, like a spark catching dry grass. That laugh is gone now. When Mira laughs these days, it cuts. It is sharp, bitter, and it makes my stomach twist because I know it isn’t joy that moves her. It’s the thought of revenge. Of seeing someone else bleed. She speaks of Trixie often. At first, it was little things. A mutter in the morning, “She thinks herself a queen.” A scoff when
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