All Chapters of Awakening the White Wolf: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Kiara’s POV The air in the cell was thick. It was stale, damp, and heavy enough to sit on my skin like a second layer. I’d lost track of how many hours had passed since they threw me back in here. The torches along the corridor had burned low, their light trembling against the rough stone walls like they were afraid to exist.Maybe it was stupid of me, but I didn't think I'd be coming back in here anytime soon. Hell, I wasn't sure which was worse. On the one hand, I had no idea what had been waiting for me outside when the guards had dragged me out a couple of hours ago. I was expecting a trial, but was I satisfied with how it had turned out, I honestly had no idea.A small part of me had thought Darius was going to listen to me. He hadn't listened to me in the hall where Tamia had been coughing out blood, but I thought he was at least going to hear me out. Not only did he not do that, he handed over the reigns of my punishment to none other than the woman I'd almost killed, and

Kiara’s POV I wasn’t sure how long I’d been sitting there after the pain in my veins passed. I wanted to tell myself that I had imagined it, but no matter how hard I muttered it deep inside me, it could be change the truth. Something was inside me, and it felt alive. “Get a grip on yourself, Kiara.” I muttered the words to myself over and over again. “Get it together.” I probably spent the next thirty minutes chanting the words to myself, but after what seemed like forever, I decided to go back to my room. Or what was left of it anyway. I arrived in no time, and I fought hard to ignore the gloomy feeling that seemed to have spread everywhere. Without thinking, I sank to the ground, pressing back into one of the nearest walls. The cold stone floor pressed into my skin, the silence a little too loud, and the only thing louder than the wind howling outside was the pounding of my thoughts.When the door opened again, I thought she’d come back. My body went rigid, ready for anoth

Kiara’s POV The castle had never been this quiet.Every hallway echoed with the sound of my own heartbeat, steady at first, then too fast, then too loud. I shouldn’t have come here. Hell, I shouldn't have even allowed Hazel and Davis talk me into going into the archives in the first place. I'd never been a fan of using denial to talk myself out of stuff, but right now, I didn't mind. If I hadn't found out that my suspicions were true, and that there was an entirely bigger play to all of this, then maybe, just making I would still have my sanity back. Shit. I tried to push it out of my mind, but the more I tried, the harder it got. Hazel and Davis told me to wait, but waiting felt like drowning. I liked to think Hazel knew me too well because even after they'd both escorted me back to my room, she refused to leave. She told me straight up to my face that she didn't trust me to not do something stupid, like going to confront Darius right away. I couldn't even be mad about it, be

Kiara’s POV The silence was louder when Hazel left.I thought I’d feel relieved without her constant hovering, her worried glances, and her quiet sighs, but the room felt emptier without them. It was the kind of silence that didn’t comfort; it just sat there, pressing against my ribs like a second heartbeat.I knew this was what I needed. Alongside the healer, Hazel had droned the exact words into my ears. It was more of a warning than anything else, and something about Hazel's words this time around actually scared me. “Don't get out of this bed, Kiara. I mean it.” Her words echoed in my ears. “If you need something, just call a maid or something. Okay?” She'd wanted me to give her a pinky promise, but I didn't, because I knew fully well I wasn't going to keep it. I lay there for what felt like hours, staring at the faint lines carved into the ceiling beams. The healer’s potion still lingered in my veins, making my limbs heavy. My head was clouded, and I knew for a fact that

Kiara’s POV Darkness tasted metallic. It clung to my tongue, thick and cold, like I’d swallowed iron. When I finally forced my eyes open, the world swam in and out of focus all at once. My head hurt so badly, and I couldn't help but feel like a million and one monkeys were having a dance battle on my brain. I tried to blink everything back into focus, but it was almost impossible. I saw everything and nothing all at once. Shadows bending, light trembling, and walls shifting in a slow, nauseating pulse.What the hell was going on? Like that wasn't enough torture, my ears just had to pick up on something else. Voices. Someone was whispering. No, just just one person, but several someones.“…she’s lucky she was found when she was…” the first person spoke up, and I hated that despite how hard I tried to focus, I just couldn't put a pin to where I'd heard the voice before. “…look at the color of it…” another voice pierced through my thoughts. “this isn’t normal blood…”“…delib