I close my eyes and let the darkness inside me unfurl like smoke. This isn't a weakness when wearing the mask of quiet. This is a storm learning to whisper.The wolf spirit stirs in my chest, no longer the familiar presence I've known since childhood. This creature is something else entirely—ancient, primal, and utterly ruthless.When I reach for her through our bond, she doesn't respond with the warm comfort I once knew. Instead, she shows me images: bars bending like twigs, stone crumbling like sand, guards falling without a sound. "Let me out," I whisper through our connection, though my lips never move. The words taste like copper and ozone. The response comes not as sound but as sensation—a tremor that starts in my core and radiates outward. The wall behind me groans, hairline fractures appearing in the ancient stone. The iron bars that have held me captive begin to shift, their foundations loosening as if the very rock is rejecting their presence.My power moves like wind th
The cell I was caged in groaned with every breath of the angry wind outside, but the louder unrest came from within the prison itself. The pounding of feet, the rising growls of frustration—it all echoed off stone walls like war drums.I knew they were coming.I heard them before I saw them. Three guards approached, their footsteps sharp against the cobbled floor.Two moved with certainty, already reaching for the silver chains they intended to clamp around my wrists. The third hesitated.“We shouldn’t do this now,” he said to the others, glancing nervously at the barred windows where shouts from the pack were already filtering through. “They’ll tear her apart before she ever gets to stand trial.” One of the others snarled, indifferent to his concern. “Let them. She deserves it. Alpha killer. Mute witch.”He spat on me through the bars, the glob hitting my cheek and sliding down slowly. I didn’t flinch. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. But something twisted inside me—a fire, o
The chaos erupted the moment I left Kelly sight down to the pack courtyard.I couldn't stand there, no one from the crowd made a noise. With that I concluded I am finally free but without my voice. But as we step into the courtyard. Screams filled the air. Growls from betas and omegas alike echoed off the stone walls of the packhouse. Some people wept, clutching their chests as if they had lost a deity. Others snarled in rage, their faces twisted in hatred, their words venomous and loud. “She’s a murderer!” “Kill her before she kills us all!”“Whore of a Luna! That’s all she ever was!” The insults rained like stones. Their eyes, once filled with admiration or pity, now brimmed with resentment and betrayal.I stood at the center of the hurricane of hate, my bare feet rooted to the cold ground, unable to move, unable to defend myself with words that would never come. Some of the pack warriors broke ranks, pacing toward me, their hands curled into fists. I could feel their intent—j
The silence after Sebastian’s death was nothing short of deafening. His lifeless body crumpled at my feet, blood pooling in every direction, staining the cold stone beneath me. I stood there, drenched in his essence, still holding the faintest trace of power that was all my own—something Sebastian had tried so desperately to bury. The fury inside me burned hotter than the flames that threatened to spill from my veins, and I could feel it—coursing like liquid fire, threatening to destroy everything in its path.It was an ancient force, something not just unleashed but awakened by the very death of the monster who had silenced me for years. I was no longer the broken, quiet mate he had kept in chains. I was a force of nature—a storm in human form. Yet, the anger that consumed me was not just for him, but for everything he had done to me, to my soul. I had been muted.I had been caged.And now, finally, the cage was no more. But what came next was unknown. The power swirled inside
I lie in the cold shadows of my prison cell, the weight of chains dragging at my wrists and ankles like the crushing silence that has defined my existence for so long. The pain in my spine that awakened me still pulses fiercely, a relentless fire burning beneath my skin that I can neither scream into nor ease.It is a torment unlike any I have ever known, ripping through me from the inside out, bones shifting and reshaping like molten metal, muscles tightening into a new form that feels neither entirely human nor entirely beast. The agony is so profound, so raw, that I have no choice but to claw at my flesh with my own nails until they bleed, desperate for some release, some proof that I am still alive beneath this unyielding torment. And yet, as my vision blurs, I slip into darkness, surrendering to the oblivion that promises reprieve but delivers only silence. When I open my eyes again, everything has changed.My body feels unfamiliar yet powerful—sharper, more honed, with an un
The sharp, searing pain that ripped down my spine was unlike anything I had ever felt before—not a simple wound or bruise but a violent, fiery shattering of every nerve ending, a torment that seemed to set my entire body ablaze from within. I could feel my muscles twitching uncontrollably, my bones twisting and popping with sickening cracks as the agony threatened to consume me whole, to swallow my consciousness into a bottomless pit of despair and oblivion. Yet, no scream came from my throat; no sound escaped the tight prison of my silence. I clawed at my skin with nails sharpened by desperation, digging deep into the tender flesh of my thighs until the pain of blood dripping down my legs was the only proof I still existed in this cruel, unyielding world.Every breath burned in my lungs like molten fire, but I forced myself to endure it in silence, because screaming had never saved me before—silence was my only weapon, and I wielded it now with the fierce, unyielding will of a pris