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Episode 38

Author: MICHEAL X
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-05 17:54:46

The trees bleed black. The air tastes like burnt copper. The ground beneath me breathes , rising and falling in slow, sick pulses.

And the worst part?

It feels like home .

No.

That’s not me. That’s him . The thing inside me, stretching its claws through my veins,whispering in a voice that isn’t a voice—just pressure against my skull, thick and suffocating.

"Little wolf," it croons. "You are mine now."

I try to scream. My mouth won’t open.

I try to move. My limbs aren’t mine.

I’m a passenger. A ghost. Trapped behind my own eyes as the First Alpha walks my body forward, step by step, through the bleeding forest.

Arthur.

The thought is a knife, sharp and desperate. He was here. He was—

A flicker of memory: his face, streaked with blood, his eyes wild. The way he lunged for me, not to kill, but to hold . Like he could pull me back through sheer will.

The Alpha had laughed with my throat and swatted him aside like a fly.

No no no—

A sound cuts thro
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