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70. Fractured Echoes

Author: Winnie W. W.
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 00:47:16

Damon

The day dragged on like an eternity wrapped in silence.

Yesterday, the pack had cried for blood; Lyra’s blood. They had demanded answers, demanded that Killian bring his treacherous mate forward, demanded the justice they were owed for being lied to, manipulated, betrayed. Their voices had filled the courtyard like a storm, and for once, I had tasted true victory on my tongue.

But now… nothing.

A whole day had passed since the uproar, and still, neither Killian nor Lyra had appeared. Not
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    Silence had a sound.It was the faint dripping of water somewhere beyond the dungeon wall, the slow creak of chains swaying with no wind, the rasp of shallow breath from lungs that had forgotten how to hope.Killian sat on the cold floor, knees drawn to his chest, staring at the faint reflection in the cracked mirror Damon had left him as a joke.The man staring back was a stranger.Pale. Gaunt. Eyes hollow and rimmed with shadow. The proud alpha who once commanded storms now looked like a ghost pretending to be human. His hair hung in uneven strands, his lips cracked. Beneath the collar of his torn shirt, the scar from Selene’s ritual pulsed faintly, a reminder that his wolf was gone, truly gone.He was now lesser than a human: wolfless and powerless. He had even forgotten what the pull it the moon felt like.He touched the mark, half expecting to hear a growl, a whisper, anything.But there was only silence.He exhaled slowly.That silence was worse than pain.He Kay there motionles

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    LyraI always thought that my death would be quick and painless. At worst, maybe a flash of pain, a blink, and then nothing.But they made sure that mine would be anything but.The first blow came before I even understood what was happening. Damon’s fist connected with my jaw, a sickening crack rin

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