Masuk~ DAMON’S POV ~The rain had been falling all night.It hit the roof in slow, heavy drops that sounded like footsteps. The sound was steady and endless. My office was dark except for the weak glow of the lamp on my desk. Papers were spread across it, their corners curled and damp from the water that had slipped in through the cracked window.I had not bothered to fix it.I had not bothered to fix much of anything lately.The whiskey in my glass had gone warm hours ago, but I still held it, rolling it between my palms. I was not drinking anymore. I just needed something to hold, something that kept my hands shaking.The silence had become my only company. It filled every part of this room, every thought that refused to fade. The pack had learned to stay away from me after dark. They whispered that their Alpha had gone cold, haunted, half alive. They were right.Sleep did not come to me anymore. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her.Rae.I heard her voice, soft and stubborn. I saw h
~ RAE’S POV ~I sat beside the small fire I’d made, the flames low but steady, casting faint orange light on the ground. My arms ached, my back hurt, but I didn’t move. Raya was asleep against my chest, wrapped in the old brown blanket that used to belong to one of Kellan’s men before he died. Her tiny breaths were soft, warm against my skin.Every time I looked at her, something in me broke and healed at the same time.She was so small, so perfect, dark curls, tiny fingers that always seemed to reach for me even in her sleep. Her skin was warm, smooth, alive. When she sighed, it was the gentlest sound I’d ever heard. I would give my life to keep hearing it.The firelight made her look golden, peaceful. The world outside was anything but.The outlands were cruel, restless. Every night, distant howls broke the silence, sometimes too close, sometimes far enough that I could almost pretend they weren’t real. The air carried the stench of blood and rot. Life here was cheap. You survived o
~RAE’S POV~I pressed my hand to my stomach, feeling the faint curve there. “We made it,” I whispered. “We’re still here.”My voice broke a little when I said it. My throat was dry and cracked, but hearing myself talk gave me courage. I could almost imagine I wasn’t alone.I started walking again. The sun beat down hard, my feet aching, my clothes torn. The mark on my arm had stopped burning days ago, but it still looked angry and dark, like a wound that would never heal. Sometimes I caught myself staring at it, wondering if Damon ever thought about it.Did he ever think about me at all?Did he wonder if I survived?Or did he just move on, proud of what he did?I hated that I still thought about him. I hated that his name still felt like a bruise on my tongue. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, those cold gray eyes that once looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.Now I was just the scar he didn’t want to remember.The sound of running water pulled me back to t
~ DAMON’S POV ~The hall was quiet again.Too quiet.Everyone had left except for me and the faint scent of smoke still clinging to the air. The fire pit burned low, the brand still glowing faintly red beside it. Her scream still echoed in my head sharp, broken, full of pain that tore right through me.I sat there, motionless, staring at the empty space where she had been moments ago. My hands were still clenched on my knees, my nails digging into my palms so hard that blood had started to form under my skin. I didn’t even feel it.All I could feel was the sound of her voice.The way she called my name.The way she looked at me when they dragged her out.“I trusted you…”Those words burned more than any mark could.I wanted to move. To get up. To call the guards back and tell them to stop, that they’d made a mistake. But I didn’t. I sat there frozen like a coward.The council had already made their decision. The elders said the evidence was clear. They said her blade was found with th
~ RAE’S POV ~The night was cruel.Cold wind slapped against my skin as the guards shoved me through the border, the silver cuffs biting deeper with every step. I stumbled, my knees hitting the ground, the dirt grinding against my skin. The mark on my arm still burned like fire, the veins pulsing with heat that refused to fade.“Run if you want,” one of them sneered. “The rogues will catch you soon enough.”Their laughter cut through the silence. Then the sound of footsteps faded. The gates slammed shut behind me.And just like that… I was alone.Banished and Branded.I pressed my forehead into the cold dirt, my chest heaving. My body shook violently, my breath shallow and sharp. The world spinning. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. My throat was raw, torn apart from earlier cries.I stayed there for a long time, on my knees. On the ground, until the howls started.It was low and distant at first. Then it got louder, and closer.The rogues had caught my scent.Panic slammed i
~ RAE’S POV ~The iron cuffs burned against my skin, digging deeper the more I struggled. Each step dragged me through the dirt, the guards gripping me like I was some animal they were proud of catching. My body shook with rage, but everything just pressed down on me.I kept saying the same words, my voice hoarse, my throat raw.“I didn’t do this. I swear it wasn’t me.”None of them listened.The woods blurred past us, the moonlight bleeding through the trees. My chest hurt, every breath sharp. The image of Damon’s Beta lying lifeless with his throat slit burned into my head. His eyes were open, staring at nothing. I could still feel the warmth of his blood on my hands. My knife. My blade.They made sure it was mine.My body trembled as they shoved me into another black SUV. The cuffs burned hotter the longer I wore them, the silver crawling through my veins, slowing me down. I winced and folded my wrists, but the guards just smirked like they enjoyed the pain I was in.“Monster,” one







