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Damian’s POVI stared blankly at the canopy of trees beyond the glass window, watching as the rain poured relentlessly, each drop racing down like a tear the sky couldn’t hold back. The storm had rolled in hours ago, maybe longer—I’d stopped keeping track of time. But even the thunder and wind did little to drown out the silence in the room.Or in me.It was the kind of silence that wasn't just quiet—it was suffocating. Heavy. It pressed against my lungs with invisible weight, coiling around my ribs until breathing felt like a conscious effort. The fire in the hearth had long since died, and with it, the warmth that once filled this room. Her scent… it was probably gone by now. Washed away by the rain. Carried off by the wind like it had never existed. Like she had never existed.As if she hadn’t once stood here. As if she hadn’t lit this space with her presence. As if she hadn’t shattered everything I thought I could keep in control.Skye.Her name alone made my chest twist painfull

The heavy grip of the soldier's hand clamped around my wrist like a shackle, pulling me forward through the endless stone corridors of the fortress. His fingers dug into my skin, rough and unyielding, as though he wanted to bruise me on purpose—to mark me as a criminal before I even stood trial. My chest heaved with every step, but I forced myself not to stumble, not to show weakness. Not anymore. Still, my heart thudded against my ribs as he dragged me through the grand corridors of the Lycan palace. The marble floors gleamed under the golden torchlight, and every step echoed like a hammer striking judgment. The echoes of our footsteps rang off the ancient walls, each strike of his boots against the polished stone sounding like a gavel pronouncing my guilt.The soldier—he was a beta, I could smell it in the sharp, dominant musk that clung to him and never spared me a glance, his jaw set and his eyes forward. To him, I wasn’t a person. I was prey. A thief.“You’re making a mistake,”

Skye’s POVThe road to Crescent Valley stretched out ahead of me, long and quiet under the silver light of the moon. The forest held on to me at first—the tall pines whispering in the wind, the ground soft and damp beneath my boots. Every step felt like a small act of defiance, a promise that I wouldn’t go back to the pack that treated me like nothing. My legs ached, my lungs burned, but I kept going. I wasn’t just walking anymore. I was looking for something.When I finally reached Crescent Valley, the air changed. It felt lighter, sharper, alive in a way I hadn’t felt before. The valley sat between high cliffs, glowing faintly under the moon. Villages lined the slopes, their lanterns warm against the cool blue night.I stopped a few times just to take it all in.Children ran barefoot through the streets, their laughter echoing between the houses. Merchants called out to passing crowds, selling roasted meat, honey cakes, and small wooden trinkets. Musicians played at the corners, the

Darkness crept in slowly from the edges, swallowing the light little by little. The air around me became heavy, filled with smoke and the sharp scent of blood. My father’s voice rose, rough and urgent, echoing through the trees.“Run!”He held me close, his arms trembling as he pulled me against his chest. I could hear the pounding of his heart against my ear. Everything around us was chaos—shadows moving between the trees, growls cutting through the air, and behind us, my mother’s scream. My father pressed something into my hands—a small pendant shaped like a crescent, glowing faintly in the darkness.“Never forget who you are,” he said, his voice breaking. “Keep this. It will remind you.”And then everything shattered.The light broke apart into pieces, sound twisted into silence, and the faces of my parents vanished before I could even reach for them.“Mama!” I screamed into the emptiness. “Papa!”But they were gone.When I opened my eyes again, the forest was back. Everything was

Skye’s POVThe night air was sharp and merciless as it tore against my skin. It bit into me like shards of ice, cutting through fur and flesh, reminding me with every gust that I was still alive—though I wished, for one fleeting second, that I wasn’t. Each breath I took burned in my lungs, every inhale shallow, every exhale jagged. I ran as if the ground itself were crumbling beneath me, as if the entire mansion would rise up and swallow me whole if I dared to stop.“Keep running,” Lyra urged, her voice echoing inside my mind, ragged with grief. “Don’t look back, Skye. Don’t let us look back.”But I couldn’t stop the flood of images, the endless replay of his betrayal.Still, even in wolf form, the tears came. They streamed down my muzzle, hot and unrelenting, blurring the path until the world became nothing but streaks of darkness, moonlight, and trees rushing by like ghosts.But no amount of running could make me forget.“I didn’t fall for her.”Damian’s voice cut through me again,

I was stunned. Completely frozen in place, like time itself had fractured around me.I was stunned. Completely frozen in place, like time itself had fractured around me.The words I’d just overheard refused to settle in my mind. They scattered like broken glass across my thoughts, each shard sharp, jagged, and agonizing. But the weight of them pressed down on my chest like an avalanche, threatening to crush everything I thought I knew. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. And I couldn’t speak.The truth I had just uncovered wasn’t just heavy—it was devastating. It was shattering.My family is alive. They are alive.They weren’t dead like they told me. Not slaughtered by rogues in some tragic ambush. Not erased from existence like some tragic footnote in the pack's history.They were alive. Breathing. Existing. Somewhere out there, still waiting… maybe even searching for me.And Damian—he knew. His family knew.All this time, they kept it from me. Hid them from me and lied to me. They