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A few Bites
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2026-11-10 19:58:28
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From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess A few Bites
FREYA'S POV The food arrives with the first real light.The three locks clunk open one after another. A guard in a grey Royal Army uniform sets a wooden tray on the stone floor between us and leaves without a glance. Two bowls of stew, a heel of dark bread, a pitcher of water. Steam curls off the bowls, and my stomach clenches so hard it hurts."Don't," Livana says."I haven't moved.""You were about to." Her voice is a dry rasp. She lies curled on her side, bound hands tucked under her chin, black hair stuck to her cheek. "Don't touch it, Freya."Feeling has crept back into my arms, prickling and clumsy. I can bend my elbows now. My lycan is still silent, but the silence has changed. It isn't a wall anymore. It's a heavy door with someone pushing from the other side."It might just be food," I say."She told us to eat when they bring it. Why would she want us to eat?""Because she wants us alive.""Because she wants us *quiet*." Livana swallows. "A few breaths at the funeral put us
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