Evelyn
The night after the punishment, sleep didn’t come.
I lay awake in Rafe’s quarters — because where else could I be? — staring up at the carved wooden beams overhead, replaying every lash, every scream, every ragged breath.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the silver biting into flesh, saw the way the guards’ arms had moved, so practiced, so merciless. I heard the way the crowd had gone silent, torn between fear and grim satisfaction.
I’d wanted to feel protected. And I had — sort of. But there was a sickness inside me, coiled tight, a voice that kept whispering that this wasn’t safety. That this was a warning.
That I was the reason for their pain.
By dawn, the tension in my chest had grown unbearable. I finally gave up pretending to rest, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and stood.
The bite of cold air helped ground me. The window was cracked open
EvelynThe night after the punishment, sleep didn’t come.I lay awake in Rafe’s quarters — because where else could I be? — staring up at the carved wooden beams overhead, replaying every lash, every scream, every ragged breath.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the silver biting into flesh, saw the way the guards’ arms had moved, so practiced, so merciless. I heard the way the crowd had gone silent, torn between fear and grim satisfaction.I’d wanted to feel protected. And I had — sort of. But there was a sickness inside me, coiled tight, a voice that kept whispering that this wasn’t safety. That this was a warning.That I was the reason for their pain.By dawn, the tension in my chest had grown unbearable. I finally gave up pretending to rest, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and stood.The bite of cold air helped ground me. The window was cracked open
EvelynThat night, Mara helped me dress again—this time in thicker clothes, a tunic, heavy boots, and a deep blue cloak that brushed the ground.My stomach turned, bile rising every time I thought of what waited outside.“Where are we going?” I asked, though I already suspected.She didn’t meet my eyes. “You’ll see.”I hated that answer.The courtyard looked different under torchlight, transformed from a training ground to something more like an execution stage. Torches ringed the perimeter, flames whipping in the cold breeze, casting long, eerie shadows across stone and dirt. The pack had gathered, shoulder to shoulder in stiff, silent ranks, eyes gleaming in the night like predators waiting for blood.I swallowed hard as Mara led me forward. Each step felt heavier than the last. Every eye turned to me. I felt their judgment like a blade across my skin—some gaz
EvelynI was going to lose my mind.Three days trapped in bed and I was ready to throw myself out the window—even if it meant tearing every single stitch and crawling into the forest like a wounded animal. Each time I so much as shifted wrong, Mara was there, shooting me that look that promised she’d tie me down herself if I tried anything stupid.And Rafe?He didn’t have to say a word. His presence was like a thundercloud, hanging at the edge of the room, thick and heavy and impossible to ignore. Even when he stepped out to see to other duties, I could feel him. Like some invisible thread tethered us together, always tugging, reminding me he was close.It got so bad I started to sense him before he even walked in. My skin prickled with an unearthly heat when he was near. The bond hummed at the base of my throat, an echo of a second heartbeat, relentless.Once, I overheard them through the thin walls.“You can’t keep hovering over her like she’s broken,” Mara scolded. “She almost die
EvelynThe scent of antiseptic clung to the air when I woke.Everything hurt.My ribs ached, my arm throbbed, and my head pounded. Every shift of the mattress beneath me sent lightning-sharp pain through my ribs, reminding me that I was still here, still breathing, barely.My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, like my body hadn’t realized the danger had passed.My chest rose too fast, too shallow, each breath scraping at my lungs.I couldn’t breathe.Panic grabbed hold of me, a cold hand around my throat. The world went fuzzy around the edges.I pressed a trembling hand to my ch
EvelynI woke up, bored as ever, and eventually begged Mara for something—anything—to do. Although after the last incident she’d been reluctant, nothing being a pain in the ass wouldn’t fix.She eventually handed me off to one of the older omegas, who needed help preparing for the day’s breakfast while the others were busy tending to other duties.Peeling potatoes, stirring a bubbling pot, scrubbing herbs between my palms until their sharp, green scent coated my skin—at least it kept my hands busy, even if my mind wouldn’t settle. Every scrape of the knife, every swirl of the spoon felt like the only thing anchoring me to myself.After the rush died down, I offered to deliver something to the infirmary. Just a simple tray—soups, bandage
EvelynThe door eased open with a soft creak that seemed to echo off the stone walls. I stepped inside, pulse thudding too hard, my breath shallow as if the air itself had turned thin.It was dimmer than I remembered. The shutters were drawn halfway, leaving only thin stripes of pale light to slice across the dark wood. The heavy oak desk stood exactly where I recalled, covered in stacks of neatly arranged papers, as though Rafe had to keep the chaos of the world under strict control.Weapons rested against one wall, blades gleaming in the low light, polished but worn—used. Real.But what struck me most was the scent.Leather. Pine. Smoke. Him.It wrapped around me, sinking into my skin