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LucyThe door slammed shut behind me with a familiar clang. I barely flinched anymore. After how long weeks, probably? I wasn’t sure. Time had melted into a dull haze. What hadn’t dulled was the sharp sting of betrayal lodged in my chest, relentless and raw like an old scar torn open.Thorne.I stood in the middle of the small cell, staring at the fractured concrete wall where a long, uneven crack cut downward like a scar the building itself couldn’t hide. My fists clenched at my sides. I had given him my trust. I believed in him. We’d spent countless hours mapping out our escape, dreaming of freedom beyond these walls. Hell, I even planned to promote him in the pack after we got out. And now?Now I knew he’d been feeding information to the pack officers behind my back.He was going to betray me. Sell me out.“I’m not sticking around to get collared,” I muttered under my breath as I paced the floor. “I’ve got no excuse good enough for my kids if I die in this place.”There wasn’t much

Lucy.“We need to leave. Right now! What are you even doing?” I barked at Riven, my voice was filled with panic. I grabbed her arm, trying to pull her with me, but she stood rooted to the spot. Her attention was still locked on the crowd, the inmates, shouting and chanting so loudly it felt like the building itself was trembling.Riven shook her head, eyes defiant. “You’re not thinking clearly, Lucy. This is our opportunity. If people are being let out, if this many are shouting back it means someone’s paying attention. We have to be part of it. Push harder. That’s how we get out. Running now is suicide.”“No!” I cut in, stepping directly in front of her and gripping her shoulders. “Riven, you’re not hearing me. This isn’t what it seems. It’s staged. Thorne is at the front of it, Riven. You know he’s with the officers. He’s never cared about freedom. He’s leading us like cattle into a trap.”Behind her, a few of the women scoffed. One rolled her eyes. “You’re just paranoid.”“Or terri

Lucy.Blood oozed from my fingertips as I gazed at the fallen forms of Riven and her girls, lifeless, lying in pools of blood. The air around me had become unnervingly still, as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting to see what would come next.Thorne faced me, a cold smile tugging at his lips, his sword dripping with the blood of those who once stood by my side.I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t even breathe.I acted.A fierce growl erupted from deep inside me as I hurled myself toward him as a wild, furious force unleashed. My body contorted midair; bones cracked and shifted, thick fur bursting through my skin.The wolf emerged.I slammed into Thorne’s men first. Two charged to block my path. The first was a hulking wolf with smoky gray fur and piercing gold eyes.quicker than he appeared. He lunged at my throat, claws extended, but I ducked beneath his attack and rammed my shoulder into his ribs. He yelped as we hit the ground, but before he could regain his footing, I clamp

IvyI never imagined a day like this would come.A day when those who stood in my path would finally fall, one by one, crashing into oblivion.The scent of Brandy always reminded me of triumph. Bold. Silky. A burn that lit the throat in all the right ways. I swirled the golden-brown liquid in its cut-glass tumbler, admiring how it caught the sunbeams pouring through my chamber windows. The message had just arrived there’d been a fire at the prison. But not just a simple blaze… it had been utterly reduced to ash.I took a slow, luxurious sip, letting the warmth slide down my throat like liquid satisfaction.“Lucy,” I murmured, savoring her name like smoke on my tongue. “At last, your time has come.”The melody spilling from my speakers filled the chamber, drowning out every intrusive thought that wasn’t steeped in victory. Barefoot on the polished marble, I let the music take me. My silk robe swished softly with every movement, skimming the tiles as I let my body sway. I lifted my arms

AuroraThe smile on her lips vanished as swiftly as morning dew under sunlight, and I should’ve seen the warning in that. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not until I heard it.A faint rustling.Soft at first. Then again louder this time. That unmistakable sound that sets off alarms in your gut before your brain can even catch up.Something moved.From behind her, out of the woods, from within the darkness, shapes began to form.Men.Five, maybe six. Dressed entirely in black. Each step deliberate. Figures born of shadow, suddenly real.I stepped back instinctively, my veins threading with fear and confusion. “What is this?”calantha didn’t budge. Didn’t blink. Her expression was cold, satisfied like this was exactly what she’d been waiting for, the final piece that made her whole.“Mother?” My voice rose, my heart pounding. “What’s going on?”Still, she said nothing.The men kept advancing.Then one of them turned his head toward the front of the house. Toward my door. The one that stood be