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The Prison She Chose.

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Zara’s POV

I had been through a lot already; they didn’t realize that a little information wouldn't kill me. I had spent years surviving without it. What could be worse than not knowing my own name, not remembering my own mother, surviving the way the werewolves looked at me like I was some monster, surviving Ryan’s anger, his interrogation, his hand around my throat, the chamber, the poison, the execution that should have ended my life? I had died once and somehow found my way back.

So why di
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    Zara’s POV “Maybe she deserves to know,” Karl said. No one answered him immediately. I stared at him, almost unable to believe that Karl of all people defended me again, and this time not for the sake of Kira. The same Karl who had spent so much of my time in the wolf territory looking at me as though I was some walking disaster, someone whose existence irritated him. I remembered the way he held my throat when I stood before Ryan. Even when I had nearly died in the chamber, even when Kira’s life was connected to mine, there had always been something guarded in his eyes, each time he looked at me.But now he behaved differently around me for reasons I don’t understand.I looked at Ryan. For once, he didn’t disagree with Karl. And that surprised me even more than Karl’s words and behavior. Ryan stood near the broken wall, one hand hanging loosely at his side while the other remained slightly clenched. Blood still stained the corner of his mouth, but he had already forgotten about tha

  • Marked by the Wolf King   The Prison She Chose.

    Zara’s POV I had been through a lot already; they didn’t realize that a little information wouldn't kill me. I had spent years surviving without it. What could be worse than not knowing my own name, not remembering my own mother, surviving the way the werewolves looked at me like I was some monster, surviving Ryan’s anger, his interrogation, his hand around my throat, the chamber, the poison, the execution that should have ended my life? I had died once and somehow found my way back.So why did everyone look at me as though the truth would be the thing that finally killed me?I looked at my mother, then at Ryan, then at Karl, who remained strangely quiet since his argument with Ryan. I took a deep breath, sat on the chair nearby, and buried my face in my hands.None of them spoke. I suddenly became aware of everything around me; the fire behind me crackled softly, sending another wave of warmth against my back. I could feel their stares on me. My entire body had become weighed down

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    Zara’s POV “…but now, I don’t recognize you anymore.”Karl’s words lingered in my mind. For several seconds, I watched Ryan's face carefully; I expected him to get angry again, or maybe to punish Karl the way he had with everyone else who dared to challenge him… but instead, something changed in his expression, and it made me realize how close they actually were.Ryan's eyes remained fixed on Karl, the man who had just told him that he no longer recognized him.I didn’t know how to feel in that moment. Perhaps satisfaction, proof that I was not completely crazy. Karl had spent weeks treating me like an enemy, and now he was finally admitting that Ryan was not right. That should have brought satisfaction, but it didn’t.Ryan looked so wounded, but it disappeared after a few seconds. His jaw tightened, and the coldness returned to his face. “I did everything I did for the safety of the kingdom.”Karl didn’t answer and faced Kira, who moved closer to him, her fingers quietly wrapping ar

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