Larissa POV The morning air was cool on my skin as I stepped into the clearing. Dew clung to the grass, catching the early sunlight, and for a moment I just stood there, breathing it in. One month ago, I never thought I would see mornings like this again. My body had been broken, my spirit even more so, but here I was, standing. Healing. Trying. “Don’t stand there like a statue,” Sera called from across the clearing, her voice sharp but not unkind. “We train, remember? Not admire the sunrise.” I rolled my eyes, but a smile tugged at my lips. Sera always knew how to cut through my thoughts before they swallowed me. She was older, scarred from her own battles, but there was a fierce steadiness in her that I had begun to lean on. “Bossy,” I muttered under my breath as I walked toward her. She smirked. “Comes with the territory. Now, shift your weight. You still move like someone afraid of breaking.” Her words stung, only because they were true. My body was healing, but my in
Larissa’s POVThe past month had been a blur, a quiet blur, the kind that softens everything sharp inside you until it feels almost bearable. I had survived the council, the hunters, the weight of betrayal, and the sting of my father’s death. The grief had been heavy at first, a stone that crushed my chest every time I breathed, but the funeral had given me a strange kind of release. Watching his body lowered into the earth, surrounded by the few wolves who dared pay their respects, I had realized that my fight was over. Everything I had done, every compromise, every wound, it had all been for him, and now he was gone. There was nothing left to hold me to that nightmare.Healing came slowly, both in body and in soul. At first, my steps were shaky, my voice fragile, my nights haunted. But then the days passed, and I found myself standing a little straighter, laughing a little easier, breathing without so much weight pressing down on me. And always, there was Kai. He stayed by my side t
Larissa’s POVThere was noise. Faint, distant, broken. Shouting. Screams. The crack of gunfire. The splashes of blood hitting stone. They weren’t real anymore, not in the way things are real when you’re awake, but they still lived in me. They echoed like nightmares that wouldn’t loosen their claws. My head turned restlessly against something soft, my body twitching as though it was still chained to that council chair. My chest rose in panicked gasps. I couldn’t stop it.Somewhere through the fog, I heard my name. Faint, weak, desperate. Like someone calling to the dying. I wanted to answer, but my throat wouldn’t work. My eyelids fluttered, heavy, so heavy, and for a second I thought I saw someone leaning close. A face, blurred, too far away to know if it was a friend or enemy. My body felt like lead, but my heart hammered anyway.Another whisper. “Larissa.” Then silence.When I finally pulled myself back into my body, it was with pain. Muscle-deep, bone-deep pain. The kind of pain yo
The council chamber was heavy with silence, the kind of silence that pressed against your chest and made every breath feel like a confession. Torches burned along the walls, their flames restless, casting jagged shadows that stretched across the carved stone floor. My wrists trembled where they rested against my lap, the cold bite of the shackles digging into my skin. I could hear my heartbeat, frantic, loud, betraying me in this hall of judgment.Beside me, Kai stood tall even with the chains around his wrists. His eyes swept the chamber, searching for an answer in the faces of the council, but when they finally landed on me, they softened. Confusion lived there, threaded with something worse: fear. Not fear of death, not even fear of pain. Fear of betrayal. Fear of me.The council head’s voice boomed across the chamber, cutting through the silence like a blade. “Larissa. You are called here to bear witness. Tell us, is Kai the cause of the chaos that has plagued this pack?”My throa
The night air carried a softness that felt almost cruel. A breeze whispered along the prison corridor, brushing against my skin as though it wanted to comfort me, though it had no right to. The lanterns hanging on the walls flickered gently, throwing shadows that danced on the stone floor. Somewhere far above, an owl called, its voice deep and steady, the sound echoing faintly into the silence. For a place so close to pain and punishment, the atmosphere was strangely peaceful. I wrapped my arms around myself, drawing in a shaky breath. I had asked for this. I had begged the guards to summon Xavier. And now he was here, walking toward me, the weight of his presence filling every inch of space between us. “Larissa,” he said, his voice low, clipped, as if my name itself had become a thorn in his throat. My lips trembled, but I forced myself to meet his eyes. “I need your help.” He stopped a few steps away, his hands locked behind his back, his posture carved from stone. His gaze was
The stone floor beneath me was colder tonight, though I knew it was not the stones that had changed but me. I had broken inside the council hall, and the echo of that moment kept replaying in my head, cruel as any whip. Angela’s voice, steady and clinical, declaring the proof in my hands a forgery. Angela, the one person I still believed stood beside me, now standing with Selene as if she had never cared at all. The thought circled in my mind until it burned. Why, Angela? What made you turn? Was it fear, was it power, or had you always been against me and I never saw it? I tried to stop the questions from coming, but they rose like poison, choking me. The more I pushed them down, the sharper they struck. I pressed my palms to my ears as if I could silence the storm inside, but all I heard instead was the faint laughter of the guards echoing down the corridor. It was a sound soaked in mockery, a reminder of my fall from Luna to prisoner. Even below me, where Kai still sat in his own