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Chapter 57

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Chapter 57

Hours later

The night swallowed me whole as I stormed into the forest, my chest heaving, rage clawing at my ribs like a beast begging to be unleashed. The canopy above was thick, blotting out even the stars, but I needed no light-my fury lit the path for me.

My father's scheme replayed in my mind like a cruel taunt. Every account is frozen. My passport vanished. My freedom stripped away without so much as a word. I'm heir to the most powerful pack in the region, yet I'm being treated like a child in chains. Like a prisoner.

The thought drove me mad.

With a guttural roar, I launched myself at the nearest tree. My claws extended before I even realized it, slicing through bark and wood as if it were flesh. Splinters sprayed into the air, the sharp scent of pine filling my nostrils. But it wasn't enough.

It would never be enough.

I tore into another tree, muscles straining, veins bulging as rage coursed through me unchecked. My hands shook violently, my vision blurred with red
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