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Nyra’s POV My mother stared at the letter like it had teeth.The wax seal, Alpha Ethan’s crest, looked harmless enough, but the way her fingers tightened around the parchment told me she wanted to burn the whole thing and the hand that delivered it.“This is madness,” she hissed, pacing the cabin like a storm trapped in wood. “He has no right. No right to summon you like you’re, ”“Like I’m property?” I finished softly.Her head snapped toward me, eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare say it like it’s normal.”I kept my voice calm even though my stomach was twisting. “Mum… Elaine… breathe.”She stopped short. Her chest rose and fell fast. The anger was real, but I could see something else behind it, fear. The kind she tried to hide from me.“I don’t like this,” she said, voice low. “I don’t like anything about it.”“I know.” I reached for her hand. “But whatever his reason is, we can’t ignore the Alpha’s seal. You know that.”Her jaw clenched. “He’s doing this to remind me that he can.”
Nyra’s POV For a long moment, I just stared at my side.At the place where my blood had been.At the place that should still have stitches and swollen skin and pain.But there was nothing.No wound.No tear.No proof that I had been ripped open and forced to crawl my way home like an animal trying not to die.Only smooth skin… as if the night had never happened.As if I had never happened.My breath came out in a thin, shaking sound.Then my eyes lifted to my mother’s hands.Her fingers were trembling like she was holding back an earthquake.The last trace of that pale glow had faded, but I could still see it in my mind, light spilling through her skin like it belonged there. Like it had always belonged there.My body reacted before my mind did.I backed away.One step.Then another.Pure instinct.The kind of instinct you have when something familiar suddenly becomes dangerous.“Nyra…” my mother whispered, her voice tight.I shook my head hard, my throat closing.“What, what was t
Nyra’s POVMy mother’s hands were shaking as she tore at the edge of the bandage, eyes wild like she was ready to set the whole pack on fire with her bare hands.“Nyra,” she said again, and this time my name sounded like a prayer and a threat. “Who did this to you?”Her voice cracked on the last word.I flinched, not from pain, but from the fury in her. I’d heard her angry before, but never like this. Never the kind of anger that came from fear. From the thought of losing the only person she had left.“No,” I said quickly, grabbing her wrist gently. “Mum. It wasn’t anyone from Vandwood.”Her eyes narrowed. “Then who?”I swallowed. My throat felt raw. “Rogues.”The word landed heavy in the small room.My mother went still, like her entire body had locked.Then the fear came back twice as strong.“Rogues?” she hissed. “Nyra, what were you doing in the woods?”I looked down. Shame crawled up my neck.“I went for a walk,” I muttered. “I, I just needed air.”“A walk?” Her voice rose, sh
Nyra’s POVWhen I finally stepped outside the hospital, the sunlight stabbed my eyes like punishment. The air was colder than I expected, sharp enough to make my lungs ache.For a moment I just stood there on the steps, breathing carefully, trying to pretend I wasn’t shaking.The pack grounds stretched around me, familiar paths, clean stone, people moving with purpose. Wolves laughed in small groups. Warriors strode past. A couple walked hand-in-hand like love wasn’t something you had to earn.No one looked at me.Or worse, some did, quickly, and then looked away as if I was something embarrassing to be seen noticing.I tightened my grip on my bag and started walking.The first few steps were manageable.Then the pain hit properly.My stitches pulled tight, and a sharp spear of agony shot through my side. My calf screamed with every footfall, swollen and bruised beneath the bandage. I tried to mask it, straighten my posture, keep my face blank, walk like it didn’t hurt.But my body
Nyra’s POVI woke to a ceiling I didn’t recognise.White. Clean. Too bright.For a few seconds my mind floated in that strange space between sleep and memory, where pain hasn’t arrived yet and you almost believe you’re safe.Then my body remembered.A sharp sting flared in my side. My calf throbbed like a heartbeat of fire. My ribs felt bruised from the inside out, as if someone had kicked my lungs and left them sore.I hissed and tried to move, but the movement pulled at something tight beneath my skin.Stitches.My breath caught.A nurse stood beside the bed adjusting my IV, her face blank, her movements efficient. She didn’t look at me like I was a patient. She looked at me like I was a nuisance she’d been forced to tolerate.Her eyes flicked to mine only once.“You’re awake,” she said flatly.My throat was dry. “How… how long, ”“Long enough,” she cut in, not unkind, but not gentle either. “You’re lucky.”Lucky.The word almost made me laugh.I turned my head slowly. The room sme
Kieran’s POV Sleep wouldn’t take me.It circled, just out of reach, like a mercy it didn’t think I deserved.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling beams of the Alpha house, listening to the silence breathe, the old stone settling, distant guards changing shifts, and the faint crackle of torches somewhere down the corridor. Everything was normal.And my wolf was not.He paced inside me like a caged thing, nails scraping along my ribs, restless enough to make my skin feel too tight.I turned onto my side.Then onto my back again.Then sat up so fast the mattress creaked beneath me.“What is it?” I muttered under my breath, fingers digging into my hair. “What do you want?”My wolf didn’t answer with words. He answered with sensation, an itch in my bones, a pull in my chest, a dread I couldn’t place.I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through it.But the bond,The bond felt wrong.Not aching the way it ached when Nyra was sad.Not burning the way it burned when she was near.This w







