LOGINWhen I was little, my parents had abandoned me on the frozen tundra. A lonely dragon found me there, carried me back to its lair, and raised me for 15 years. Before the dragon died, it gave me three reverse scales and bound them to me with a blood curse. Each scale could grant one wish. More than that, each one represented one of my three lives. Once the final scale burned to ash, I would die for good. With the first scale, I cured the beast plague that threatened to wipe out Rhaine's entire pack, earning him a fearsome reputation as a powerful Alpha. With the second, when a savage rogue wolf tore through his lungs and left him on the brink of death, I burned another scale and bargained with the Grim Reaper for his life. Rhaine went on to rule the entire pack, basking in glory and power. Yet late at night, I would catch him staring at my dragon scales. His voice always sounded heavy with worry as he asked whether I would ever leave him. Every time, I gave him the same unwavering answer. "Never." I even suggested holding a proper bonding ceremony so the entire pack would know I belonged to him. However, on the very night of our ceremony, rogue wolves breached the pack's borders. Countless she-wolves lay gravely wounded, while dozens of pups were trapped in cages at the edge of a cliff. Heavily pregnant, I searched the entire territory for Rhaine, but he was nowhere to be found. Desperate and out of options, I sacrificed my final dragon scale. The moment it burned away, I spotted Vivian and Rhaine standing atop the mountain, watching the chaos unfold as though they were spectators at a show. Vivian, the widow of Rhaine's elder brother, smiled smugly. "Female wolves are naturally drawn to power. If you hadn't listened to me and stripped her of her last trump card, she would've eventually betrayed you and gone to a stronger Alpha." Rhaine's voice was gentle, yet utterly cruel. "I had to force her to use her last scale to save them. Even if she resents me afterward, that's better than letting her leave while she still has all that power in her hands." So the catastrophe that had threatened to annihilate the entire pack had been nothing more than an elaborate trap, carefully designed to break me and bring me to heel. 'Rhaine, if what you want is for me never to leave you, then so be it. I'll give you exactly what you want. Even if all I leave behind is my corpse.'
View MoreOn the night of the full moon, Rhaine knelt before the altar as memories flashed through his mind like scenes from a nightmare.The first was of Vivian and himself standing atop the cliff, watching as I burned my final scale, believing that losing my power would keep me in the pack forever.The second was of the dragon carrying my soul away. He shouted desperately for me to stay, then coughed up blood and collapsed.The third was of him searching the bedroom after waking, then clutching the empty dress left on my bed, unable to find any trace of me.Every time he reached out to grasp one of those memories, his hand passed straight through it.The past could not be undone.Its merciless weight ground relentlessly against the deepest part of his wolf spirit.He bent forward and let out a howl of anguish, pouring what remained of his life into it.At last, Rhaine dragged his ravaged body to the edge of the territory.Garr was waiting just beyond the border."Come on! Fight me! I
As the plague finally began to ease, the survivors set about gathering my belongings.There were incomplete medical preions, a long dress I had mended countless times, little cloth dolls I made to comfort the pups, and healing salves I prepared for the warriors to take on their hunts.They brought everything to the council hall.One of the elders proposed building a statue in my honor and praying that I would forgive the pack and grant them the divine power they needed to survive.However, Mara tore the proposal to pieces without a moment's hesitation."When she was alive, you treated her like a tool. Don't use her name to pacify the pack now that she's dead. How many times have we done exactly that? Wasn't this disaster brought upon us by that same greed and cruelty? Let's not make the same mistake again."After fierce opposition from many pack members, the elders finally agreed to build nothing more than a plain stone marker, without a single word carved into it.No one dared
After the protective barrier fell, the first attack ended with the granary reduced to ashes.The infirmary had been stripped bare, leaving behind only scraps of dried herbs and medicinal residue.The number of plague-infected pack members continued to rise with each passing day.Mara still came by every day.She would boil a bowl of goat's milk and carry it to the door of my bedroom.Whenever a thick skin formed over the milk, she would pour it out and prepare a fresh bowl, as though the door might still open and I would come out smiling, teasing her for fussing over me too much.The old wound on Oren's arm had grown worse.When the physician came to treat it, Oren stubbornly refused any anesthetic."I was part of the deception too. This is what I owe Selene. I deserve to bear the pain. She must have suffered far more than I ever could when she died."Rhaine ordered his men to prepare the finest offerings, intending to present them to me at the altar in exchange for just a few
Half an hour later, the border defenses collapsed completely.Garr still gave no order to attack.The first thing thrown across the border was the corpse of a wolf infected with the plague.The second was a carcass covered in plague-tainted blood.Both landed within the boundary markers, yet not a single guard dared touch them.The rogues were waiting.They intended to let those infected remains do the work of weapons and soldiers, breaching the pack's defenses on their behalf.The elders rang the great bell, summoning every pack member still capable of fighting.Oren was the first to step forward.Instead of joining the ranks, he removed his armor in front of everyone.Then he took out the false mask he had worn while posing as a rogue wolf that night and publicly confessed everything."There was never an enemy attack that night."Oren pointed to the cages, then to the pups and the wooden barrels filled with fake blood."We were acting on the Alpha's orders. We staged the






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