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Yesterday was over and it was another day.Another day for me to experience a new bout of humiliation.Pain blooms across my ribs with every breath, a dull throb that mocks me long after the sparring ring has cleared. My knees ache from the fall, my pride aches worse.The other trainees laugh as they file out, their voices sharp as knives.“Beta’s daughter? More like Beta’s disgrace.”“She can’t even stand without wobbling.”“Maybe she should stick to mixing herbs instead of fighting.”Each word cuts deeper than the bruises. I bite my tongue until I taste iron, forcing myself not to flinch, not to let them see how their laughter tears me apart.I will not cry. I’ve shed enough tears in secret.“Again.”The instructor’s voice snaps across the yard. Sergei, his silver eyes cold, throws a wooden staff at my feet. It clatters against the dirt.“I said again, Amanda.”My fingers tremble as I reach for the staff. My legs shake when I stand. Every bone in my body screams for rest, but I squa
The first morning in the warrior’s camp was nothing like I could have ever imagined.The sun had barely risen when the sharp blast of a horn jolted me awake. I scrambled from my bunk, my heart pounding, only to be shoved aside by another trainee rushing past. My heart flew t my throat and it tightened, but no sound could escape of course, since my voice, as always, locked away.“Move, mute!” one of the girls hissed, shoving her again as they lined up outside. Laughter followed, low and cruel, and Amanda bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. Even here, she wasn't free from her bullies. She thought to herself, and her wolf growled in defiance at the back of her mind.A towering figure strode forward, his presence alone silencing the whispers. His hair was dark, cropped close, and his eyes—steel gray—cut through the line like blades.“Sergei Volkov,” someone muttered under their breath. “The General of Hell.”Amanda swallowed.“Line up straight,” he barked, his voice like thunder. “You
The night was restless. I tossed and turned in my bed, staring up at the faint cracks in the ceiling where the moonlight slipped through. My father’s words echoed in my mind.Warrior’s camp.The phrase alone was heavy enough to press against my chest like a stone. I wasn’t foolish; I knew what was going on there. Grueling training. Brutality masked as discipline. Wolves are fighting to prove their worth, their strength, their right to stand among the pack’s elite.What place did a mute girl have in a place like that?My hands clenched against the thin blanket. I wanted to scream, but the only sound that left my lips was the silence I had known my entire life.By dawn, the house was already awake. I could hear the muffled clatter of pots from the kitchen, the low hum of my mother’s voice. She always hummed when she cooked—something sweet on the surface but sharp when you listened too closely, like she hummed to keep from saying what she truly thought.I stepped inside quietly. She look
“Deaf, and dumb… I don't know why the beta didn’t just throw someone like you in a cage and leave you to rot.”The words struck my back like knives, but I didn’t flinch. I’d long learned that showing pain only fed the hunger in my packmates’ eyes.I bent my head lower, scrubbing the wooden floor of the training hall until my knuckles stung raw. My silence wasn’t stubbornness; it was all I had. Even if I wanted to shout, to curse, to tell them I wasn’t useless, I couldn’t. My voice had never existed.Mute. Broken. Cursed.That’s what they whispered.That’s what I was.I remembered once asking my mother why I had been born this way. Why the Goddess had chosen silence for me. Her answer still cut deeper than any claw could.“I don’t know, Amanda. Why is anyone born the way they are?” she had said, eyes cold, tone dismissive. For a moment, I had believed she hated me. Perhaps she did.My father, however… he had been my shield. A Beta of the Nightfang Pack, respected and feared. He had ref
“Run, Amanda!”My father’s voice tore through the night like a thunderclap.I tried.Goddess, I tried.But my legs betrayed me.The old injury that had plagued me for months burned with every step, sending sharp pain shooting through my body. My limp slowed me down, turning every stride into a struggle. Behind me, screams echoed across the battlefield, mixing with the clash of steel and the snarls of wolves.The Academy of the Moon was burning.Flames climbed the stone walls that had once felt untouchable. Smoke darkened the sky, swallowing the stars above.I stumbled over a fallen branch and nearly crashed to the ground.My chest heaved.My vision blurred.The scent of blood was everywhere.Blood.Death.Decay.The smell was so strong it coated my tongue.I forced myself forward.Just a little farther.Just a little more.My father appeared ahead of me, his clothes torn and stained crimson. The sight alone made my heart stop.I had never seen my father look that afraid.Not once.Not







