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He walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon. His fur coat swept the floor, his long fiery red hair tied in a plait, and the muscles of his striking face were stern as he focused on his way forward.At every corner, a guard stood watch, and they bowed with their hands on their chests whenever he passed near them.Not paying them any attention, he stopped at the end of the dungeon in front of one of the cells. He glanced at a guard, and immediately the guard pulled out a key and unlocked the gate.Inside was an old man bound with chains on his arms and legs, sitting still. The young man stepped toward him.“Do you know what the Alpha would say if he knew you found me?” the old man asked as he kept his eyes closed.He didn't reply and only stared.The old man opened his eyes and looked up at him. “Tell me, why did you trouble yourself to visit a dying man?”“How can I lift my curse?” he asked evenly.The old man chuckled, then it turned into laughter. He laughed with all his lungs.

She shifted her gaze to the right.A young man approached through the crowd, his golden hair catching the light, his grey eyes fixed on her. Behind him, soft music played while couples danced slowly."You have suffered," the young man said as he examined Radella's cheek and her hand wrapped in fabric. "But it's good that you've returned to the pack."Radella only stared.He extended his arm and smiled. "Will you dance with me? Let this be our fresh start after what happened before you left.""Nala, you're here?" A sharp voice cut through the crowd from her right. "Khalien too."Radella shifted her attention from the man to the girl.A pretty girl with long dark hair stood in a striking red dress. A strong floral scent followed her.Khalien lowered his hand."Nala. You're still angry with me," Khalien said softly. "How should I make it up to you?""Let them know you're my mate!" Zaphyra spat inwardly.Radella glanced again at Khalien and frowned. So that guy was Nalath's mate. She had

Three years. It had been three years since the fall of the Queen of Witches. That was what Zaphyra told her. How ridiculous. To her, it had only happened a moment ago. Everything was too vivid in her mind. She stepped out of the bathtub, splashing water onto the floor. Putting on a robe, she moved back to the bedroom. Opening the closet, there were a few lifeless dresses. She paused, just staring. To think she didn’t even have anything to wear. She picked the black one. "Nalath hated black." "I'm Radella, not some Nalath, keep that in mind." At that moment, the door creaked open. Two girls stepped inside. One of those two girls carried a huge tray filled with heels, jewels, and garments. The other was empty-handed, her lips curled into a smirk. The girl with the tray set it on the table, lit the lamps, and shut the windows. She had a slim body, almost frail, and her short hair was styled in twin ponytails. The one with chin-length hair, who neither carried anything nor did a

If she was in a pack, then how and why...They couldn't have captured her to be tortured. She wasn't even restrained.Unless... she had possessed a werewolf body? Just from the thought, her brows knitted in disgust.Her gaze dropped to her hands.No, the injury was still there. If she were in a werewolf body, it would have healed by now.Was she a normal human? Her body felt weak compared to her former one.The slow creak of an opening door cut off her thoughts, and she turned sharply toward the sound.A woman in her forties stood in the doorway, her expression stern. The air itself seemed to grow colder, as though she drained the warmth from the room.She wore a white long-sleeved shirt with a wide neckline and a flowing linen skirt that reached her feet. Her hair was pinned into a neat bun."Obey. She is Gamma." the voice warned, tension heavy in every word.She didn't need to understand its meaning. The threat was clear. A werewolf.The woman's nose twitched, then her gaze moved to

“I will never fall.”She mumbled the words over and over, dragging herself forward, her long mantle brushing the ground behind her. It would not end like this, not as long as she could breathe.Behind her, flames devoured the castle; ash landed on her skin and clung to her sweat-soaked face.Her clan’s bodies lay scattered on the ground. Beasts slaughtered the survivors mercilessly, filling the air with blood.The most powerful witch—that was what her clan had always called her. She had believed it too.What went wrong?The tall figure before her remained still, watching her with a glinting red gaze.All she needed to do was kill that monster.The queen of witches dragged herself back into stance and raised her staff toward him, her body resisting every movement.Summoning the last bit of her magic, blackened smoke spiraled above her staff toward the shining crystal, slowly turning its glow into a deep red.He stood there, watching as if the woman was already finished.Then, in an ins