“Celestia—what are you doing?!” he barks, voice shaking now. “This isn’t a joke. Drop the knife. Give it to me. Now.” She steps back. “No.” Her hand presses the blade tighter to her skin. A thin line of red beads at her throat. “Make your decision,” she hisses. “Or I swear to the Goddess—” “Cel
Did he just admire my strength? Before I can process his words fully, Lady Celestia’s scream tears through the air. The kind of sound that pierces your eardrums and clings to your skin—like claws dragging down your spine. This isn’t just a scream you hear—it’s one that haunts you. “How can you adm
Silence hangs for a moment. Even he didn’t expect that. “I—I don’t know, Dad,” she stammers. “Maybe… maybe something’s wrong with it. But it’s not important, really. Let’s not waste any more time. Please. Just give—” She stops. Probably realising he’s no longer listening—because I can feel his g
I can’t breathe. The moment the Alpha King steps further into the hall, it’s like all the air is sucked from my lungs. My chest tightens, a violent pressure clamping down until I feel like I’m suffocating. My head dips without warning, heavy as stone, falling forward like it no longer belongs to me
I try to hold her gaze, try to look strong. But my fingers twitch against the burning silver, and I know she sees it. I can’t hide the flicker of fear that flashes in my eyes. “Ohhh,” she coos mockingly, “there it is. There’s that little crack. You’re afraid.” She moves even closer, her breath bru
It has to belong to the Alpha King. Lady Celestia’s father. He’s not even here, and still... his energy hums around the room, pressing into my chest like a weighted blanket. Oddly enough, it’s not scary. It’s... comforting. And that makes my skin crawl. Why would his energy—his power—someone I’