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Third Person’s Perspective At last, she broke free of the trees and reached the edge of the woods where her car was parked. The old vehicle stood under the cover of darkness, its windows misted over from the cold. She fumbled with the keys, her hands trembling so hard she almost dropped them. Her heart pounded, not from the run, but from the urgency burning inside her. She slid into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut behind her. The silence of the night pressed in, broken only by the soft ticking of the engine as she turned the key. She set the wrapped bracelet carefully on the passenger seat, glancing at it again as if to remind herself it was real, not just a dream or desperate hope. The narrow road stretched ahead, dark and twisting. The clouds overhead smothered the moonlight, leaving only patches of shadow and faint streaks of silver through the branches. Kiran gripped the wheel tightly and pressed her foot on the pedal. Her thoughts moved faster than the car itsel

Third Person’s PerspectiveFlora’s legs felt heavy as she walked back through the woods. Her whole body was sore. Her face was swollen. She moved slowly, one foot in front of the other. The fight still played in her head. Her hands shook sometimes, and she pulled her cloak tighter around her to feel less cold.The path was long. The trees made the light small. The quiet pressed on her. Every small sound made her look up. A bird could startle her. A branch could sound like a footstep. She kept telling herself to calm down. She kept telling herself she would be safe once she reached the pack house.She stopped and breathed once. She tried to think of nothing but the path. Then a smell came on the wind. It was sharp and warm. It was the smell she knew best. It was home.“Leo,” she said without planning to. The word left her mouth soft and small.She looked up and saw him running toward her. He was not running like a soldier. He ran like a man who had been awake for days. His face was tig

Third Person’s Perspective“This is not enough,” Valen said. “You are soft still. So you will be punished.”He pointed to a group of three who had laughed earlier when a small dog ran through the yard. “You,” he said. “Take those stones.” He pointed to a pile. “Carry them to the far fence. Put them there in a neat line. Then bring more. Do this until last light.”They looked at one another, angry and afraid. They went and picked up the stones. The stones were heavy. Their backs bowed under the weight. Children of the pack watched. They saw the new rules.Valen watched them carry the stones. He walked along the line and took a long stick from a helper. “If any stone falls out of line, I will return it to you on your skin,” he said. He hit the ground near a stone and it rolled. The worker froze and rearranged it better.Hours passed. The sun moved across the sky. Their legs ached. Their hands were sore. The three looked at one another and said nothing. They could not stop. They could no

First Person’s Perspective FloraThe noise came first.At first, it was like a low growl far away, a sound of many voices clashing together. Then it grew louder. By the time I stepped outside the pack house, the voices had become screams.The yard of Nightshade Pack was in chaos. Wolves had gathered in large numbers, not for a meeting, not for training, but for war against me.People shouted my name like it was a curse. Some pointed their fingers at me. Others threw things at the ground as if the soil itself carried my misfortune.“She’s the reason we suffer!” someone screamed.“Bad luck follows her everywhere!” another voice shouted.“Leo protects her, but he does not protect us!”The words stabbed my chest. My body felt weak, but the noise around me was so strong it pushed me forward.The pack was not only shouting this time. They were destroying things.I watched as two wolves set fire to one of the small houses. Flames licked up the walls while people cheered, as if the fire prov

First Person’s Perspective FloraI could not go back to sleep.I lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. My heart still beat too fast. My body was tired, but my mind was wide awake. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw Leo’s pale face from the dream. I heard my own scream again and again.Beside me, Leo stirred. He turned to face me. His voice was low. “Are you asleep?”“No,” I whispered. “I can’t.”He rubbed his hand across his face, thinking. Then he said, “Come. Let’s go out. Let’s get some night air. It might help you.”I thought about it. Maybe it was better than lying here, shaking in fear. “Okay,” I said softly.We both got up. I put on a robe, and he put on a shirt. He opened the door, and we walked out into the cool night. The air outside was fresh, calm, nothing like the heavy air in my chest.We walked along the pavement in the mansion yard. The lamps gave a soft glow. The trees whispered in the wind.Leo spoke first. “Do you know the first time I became Alpha, I could n