MasukI woke up in the healer's cottage and for half a second I didn't remember why. Then it all came crashing back and I wished I'd stayed unconscious.
Margot the healer seen hovering over me looking worried. I tried to sit up and pain exploded in my chest , not again. I was so sick of hurting. "Easy," Margot said, pushing me back down. "Don't move too fast." My voice came out rough like I'd been screaming the whole day. "What happened?" She checked my pulse and widened my eyeballs to check for issues. "You've been unconscious for two days now. The bond rejection caused severe trauma. Your body shut down." Two days. I'd lost two whole days to this who drama, the anger sparked hot in my heart . "Where's my mom?" I asked. Margot's expression softened in a smile. "Getting food for you dear. She hasn't left your side ever since. Neither has your father as well." Great. So they'd watched me fall apart for two days straight now that was humiliating. I closed my eyes and tried not to feel anything and failed. "Can you try shifting for me?" Margot asked. I reached for my wolf Lora. She was there but buried deep inside like she was scared when am not. When I tried to shift again she whimpered and retreated further inside, Hiding from the pain and from the rejection. "I can't," I said through gritted teeth. "She won't come out." Margot nodded like she expected it so. "The wolf is traumatized , she'll resurface when she's ready. Don't force it." Don't force it. Easy for her to say. "How long?" My voice came out sharp. Margot hesitated too long. "I don't know Dian. Every rejected bond is different." Rejected bond. They had a clinical term for it, lol. Like it happened often enough to need a name. That made it worse somehow. "Does it get better?" I asked. Needed to know if this pain was permanent. If I'd feel like this forever. Margot was quiet. "Eventually. The pain will fade. Slowly." Eventually and slowly was not the answer I wanted. My parents came back then and Mom's eyes were swollen from crying. Dad looked ten years older. They hugged me carefully like I might shatter, i probably might, but I hugged them back anyway because they didn't deserve my anger. They hadn't done this to me. Kael did. "How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Mom asked. Like I wanted to die, like i wanted to find Kael and make him hurt the way he hurt me. "I'm fine," I lied but nobody believed me but they didn't push. I stayed in the healer's cottage for four more days. Margot said I needed rest but I felt worse and not better. The pain dulled to a constant ache but it never stopped. And I could feel him through whatever was left of the bond. His presence made me nauseous. Made me want to claw at my own chest to get him out. But he was there anyway. A parasite I couldn't remove at the moment. Mara and Sera visited on the third day. Brought me flowers. Tried to smile and sat on the edge of my bed looking uncomfortable,I almost told them to leave but they were trying though. "Everyone's talking about it," Mara said. Because subtlety wasn't her thing. Sera hissed "Mara" but I cut her off. "What are they saying?" Mara looked at Sera. Sera looked at her hands a classic avoidance. "Just tell me," I said. But i kept my voice flat and emotionless. Mara took a breath in. "Some wolves think Kael did the right thing, that he made a hard choice for the pack's future." Each word was a knife hitting me but I didn't flinch. Wouldn't give them the satisfaction. "Others think the moon goddess made a mistake. That the bond shouldn't have formed atall." There it was and I was the mistake. "And some think I did something wrong," I finished it for her. Neither denied it. Of course they didn't. Because that's what the pack did. Blame the weak one. My jaw clenched. "Rebecca Vance said you must've done something to warrant it," Mara continued. Then grinned. "So I punched her face." That surprised a laugh out of me. It hurt but I didn't care. "You didn't." Sera nodded. "Gave her a black eye. oh It was beautiful." For a second I felt normal. Then Mara's expression shifted she got uncomfortable. "My mom told me to be careful being seen with you too much. She thinks you'll damage my reputation." The laugh died in my throat. Of course. Can't be associated with the rejected girl that might be contagious. "It's okay," I said. Even though it wasn't. Even though I wanted to scream at the unfairness. Mara looked miserable. "It's not okay," Sera said fiercely. Gentle Sera who never raised her voice. "None of this is okay. Kael had no right-" "Don't," I cut her off. His name made the bond wound throb. "Please don't." They left soon after. When they were gone I felt lonelier but also relieved too, pretending to be okay was exhausting. On the fourth day Margot said I could leave. "Rest,eat,walk every day. The pain will fade." I knew she was lying. I could see it in her eyes. But I nodded anyway. My parents walked me back through the pack house. We had to go through the common areas. Wolves would stop and stare, some looked sympathetic. Others were curious. I kept my head up. Met their eyes. Dared them to say something. None did. Cowards. But I heard the whispers start the second we passed. "That's her." "Poor thing." "She must've done something." "Kael made the right choice." I kept my face blank, by the time we reached our rooms my hands were shaking from the effort of staying calm. My mom hugged me hard. Dad stood there looking helpless and angry. Looking like he wanted to fix this all but couldn't. Nobody could. I went to my room and closed the door. Sat on my bed. The same bed I'd woken up few days ago excited about my birthday. I lay down and pressed my hand to my chest where the pain lived. Where I could still feel Kael like an infection. Lora whimpered deep inside. Missing her mate even though he'd rejected us. Called us weak and a mistake. But underneath her grief I felt my own anger burning so hot and getting stronger. He did this. And I was supposed to just accept it? Just fade away like the pack gossip's said I would? Like hell i promise you Kael , you'll regret hurting Dian.Two months passed before we held the trial. Two months of healing. Of freed prisoners slowly remembering how to be people. Of wardens learning to live without collars. Of everyone adjusting to a world where Draven was chained instead of controlling.The trial was public. Every pack invited. Every victim given the chance to testify. Every crime detailed for the world to see.They brought Draven in chains. He'd aged in captivity. Lost weight. Lost that aura of invincibility. Now he just looked like what he was. An old wolf who'd hurt too many people for too long.The chamber was packed. Standing room only. Freed prisoners filled the front rows. Their eyes fixed on the monster who'd destroyed them. Some faces showed hate. Some showed fear. Some showed nothing at all.Kira sat beside me. Her hand kept touching her neck. Confirming the collar was gone. That this was real. That Draven was the one in chains now."Are you ready to testify?""No. But I'm doing it anyway." Her voice was steadie
The journey back to Shadowcrest took two weeks instead of the planned one. The freed prisoners couldn't travel fast. Years of imprisonment had weakened them. Made long days on horseback impossible. So we moved slow. Stopped often. Let them rest when needed.Kira rode beside Tor most days. Learning from him. Asking questions about how to live without the collar. How to use her gift without the compulsion forcing it. How to be a person instead of a weapon."I don't remember who I was before." Her voice was quiet. "Sixteen feels like a lifetime ago. Do you remember who you were?""Pieces. Fragments. Like looking at someone else's memories through foggy glass." Tor's hand touched his neck habitually. "But I'm building something new. Someone who remembers the past but isn't defined by it.""Is that possible? Building something new after being broken so completely?""I don't know. But I'm trying. That's all any of us can do."Through my gift I felt Kira's fragile hope. Felt her wanting to b
We made camp outside the compound. No one wanted to stay in that place longer than necessary. The freed prisoners huddled by the fire. Uncertain. Lost. Still not believing freedom was real.Thea set up her workspace under torchlight. Laid out tools that looked more like torture implements than medical equipment. Kira sat in the center. Hands steady. Face blank."This will take all night. Maybe longer. You'll be conscious throughout. I need you to tell me if something feels wrong. If the pain becomes too much. If you feel the magic fighting back harder than you can stand.""I've survived five years of the collar. I can survive this.""The collar kept you alive. This might kill you. There's a difference.""I know. I'm choosing anyway."Tor knelt beside her. "I'll be here the whole time. Holding your hand. Reminding you that you're not alone.""Why? You don't know me. Don't owe me anything.""Because I know exactly what you're going through. Because someone held my hand through my surger
Kira stood. Moved toward me. Her collar pulsed brighter with each step. The compulsion radiating from her was overwhelming. Stronger than Draven's had been. Younger. Rawer. Uncontrolled.My shields went up automatically. Blocking the worst of it. But I felt it pushing. Testing. Trying to find cracks."You don't need to do that." My voice stayed calm. "I'm not here to fight you.""Everyone fights eventually. It's just a question of when."She circled me like a predator. Studying. Assessing. Looking for weakness. Her movements were too precise. Too controlled. Like she'd forgotten how to be casual."My name is Dian. I came to offer you freedom.""Freedom." She said it like a foreign word. "That's what they all say before trying to kill me.""Who's they?""Wolves who think removing the collar is mercy. Who think death is better than this." Her hand touched the metal at her throat. "They're wrong. This is better. This is clarity. This is purpose."Through my gift I felt the lie underneath
Two days of rest. That's all Thea allowed before declaring us fit enough to travel. Tor needed longer but he insisted on coming anyway, his hand constantly touching his bare neck like confirming freedom was real."The last compound is the worst." His voice was rough from disuse. "The warden there is young. Maybe your age. Draven collared her five years ago when she was just sixteen."My stomach dropped. Sixteen. Just a kid when Draven stole her life."What's her name?""Kira. She was gentle before the collar. Wanted to help people." Tor's eyes went distant. "The collar broke that gentleness. Made her cruel because cruelty was easier to survive than feeling what she was forced to do."Through the bond Kael's anger flared. Another child destroyed. Another life stolen. Another reason to be grateful Draven was dead."How many prisoners?""Fifteen. Maybe twenty. Hard to say. The compound has high turnover because Kira..." He stopped. Swallowed. "Because the collar makes her hurt them more
Tor 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







