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Chapter 8

Author: Christina Wilder
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-02 18:52:58

The light in the cell shifted as the door beyond the glass hissed open. Kael stepped through the mist like a shadow given flesh. He looked exactly as I remembered—tall, composed, the same eyes that once held the pack together—but colder now. Everything human in him had been burned away and reforged into control.

My palms pressed against the glass. It thrummed faintly, like it recognized my power and dared me to try. The air itself hummed with energy, symbols pulsing along the edges of the walls. Whatever this prison was, it wasn’t human-made alone. The sigils etched in the glass shimmered with ancient magic.

Kael smiled when he saw me. Not kindly. Like a scientist might smile at the creature that finally behaved. 'Alive,' he said. 'Good.'

I wanted to speak, to demand answers, but my throat was dry. The last thing I remembered was the blast, the sky turning white, Auren’s voice fading in the chaos. Now there was only silence and this cage. 'You’re supposed to be dead,' I whispered.

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