로그인Tor led us inside his compound without guards or weapons or any attempt to fight, led us through corridors that were more depressing than threatening with their crumbling walls and rust-stained floors and the overwhelming sense that this place was dying along with the wolves it held."Thirty prisoners when I started. Twenty-three now. Seven died over the years and Draven never bothered to replace them because this compound wasn't important enough anymore." His voice held no emotion at all, like he'd used up his entire lifetime supply of feelings decades ago. "I'm the oldest warden. The first experiment. The proof of concept that collaring empaths would work.""I'm sorry." The words felt inadequate but I said them anyway. "I'm sorry Draven did this to you.""Why? You didn't collar me. Didn't break me. Didn't spend thirty-five years forcing me to hurt others." He stopped walking and turned to face me. "I did all of that myself. The collar only gave me the excuse.""That's not true. The
We got everyone out but the cost was written in blood across stone floors and in the bodies we left behind, in the guards who'd chosen to fight instead of flee and the one prisoner who'd been trampled in the chaos and died before we could save him, and I couldn't help thinking that one death was still one too many even if we'd saved twenty-nine others.Kael found me sitting outside the compound with Vera while Thea treated prisoners and Nola organized the horses and Castor stood guard against any remaining threats, found me just sitting there staring at nothing while my mind tried to process what we'd done and what it cost and whether the math ever actually worked out in our favor."Hey." He sat beside me. "You okay?""I don't know. Maybe. Probably not." I couldn't look at him. "We saved them but someone still died and I keep thinking that if I'd been faster or smarter or better then maybe he'd still be alive.""Or maybe you'd be dead instead. Or maybe we all would be." His hand found
Vera led me deeper into the compound where the prisoners were kept and with every step I could feel them before I saw them, could feel their hopelessness pressing against my shields like physical weight, could feel decades of broken dreams and shattered spirits concentrated in this one place until it was almost too much to bear."They've given up." Vera's voice was matter-of-fact. "Most of them have been here over a year. Some over five. At some point you stop hoping for rescue and start hoping for death instead."The cells appeared and I understood what she meant because the wolves inside weren't just physically thin and scarred, they were hollowed out in a way that went deeper than bodies, hollowed out in their souls until there wasn't much person left, and I wondered how many of them we'd actually be able to save even if we freed them."How do you live with this?" The question came out before I could stop it. "How do you look at them every day knowing you're part of what did this t
We approached the compound at midnight when the guard rotations changed and attention was divided, when wolves were tired and less alert and more likely to miss five figures moving through shadows, and my heart hammered so hard I was sure everyone could hear it but nobody said anything because they were all probably just as terrified and trying not to show it.The plan was simple which meant it was probably going to fail spectacularly, but simple was all we had so simple would have to work, and the plan was this: Mira and I would create an empathic shield around the group while we walked straight up to the front entrance and asked to speak with the warden, and if that didn't get us killed in the first thirty seconds then maybe we'd have a chance at actually talking our way through this instead of fighting.Kael hated everything about this plan but he'd agreed to it which meant he was either trusting my judgment or preparing to say I told you so over my corpse, and through the bond I f
Three days of rest wasn't nearly enough but it would have to do because there were still three more compounds out there, still sixty or so wolves trapped and suffering and waiting for someone to remember they existed, and I couldn't just sit here in Shadowcrest pretending they didn't need help when I knew exactly what they were going through, exactly how it felt to lose hope day by day until you couldn't remember what freedom tasted like anymore.Kael knew I wasn't ready, I could feel it through the bond every time he looked at me, every time his hand hesitated before touching my shoulder like he was afraid I might shatter if he pressed too hard, but he also knew there was no stopping me because we'd had this argument already and he'd lost and we both knew I'd just sneak out if he tried to keep me here."At least take more wolves this time." That was his compromise, standing in the war room with maps spread everywhere and that look on his face that said he was trying really hard not t
Morning came too fast. Cold light through windows. The smell of leather and steel as we prepared.Smaller team this time. Me. Kael. Mira. Nola. Castor. Six others. Enough to fight. Quick enough to escape.Mira wore new armor. Her hands kept checking her bare neck. Still not used to freedom. To choosing."You ready?" My voice was gentle."No. But I'm going anyway." She met my eyes. "Those wolves don't have the luxury of me being ready."Reminded me of myself. Before walking into Draven's compound. Before breaking his command. Scared but going anyway."Stick close. If the compulsion overwhelms you, pull back. I'll handle it.""You can't handle everything alone.""Watch me try."Her laugh was small. Nervous. But real.We rode out before noon. The second compound was two days north. Built into a canyon. Harder to reach. Harder to escape.But also harder to defend.During the ride, Mira told me about the other wardens. Four gifted wolves wearing collars. Each controlling their own compound







