Austen's POVSleep offered no escape. It was just a gateway to another kind of hell.Every time I closed my eyes, the memories came for me—a flood of torment from two lifetimes.The memories played on a loop, each one a fresh lash of the whip.First life: Evelyn, broken before me, her spirit wolf shattered, barely breathing."Austen, please, believe me... it was Sera..."And I had pushed her away."Enough, Evelyn. Sera just wants to belong. Why are you trying to frame her?"Second life: Evelyn, abandoned on the cliff, watching in despair as I ran to another."Save me..."And I hadn't even looked back."No!" I threw myself out of bed, gasping, drenched in a cold sweat.The guest room was empty. It was just me.I stumbled to the bathroom and stared at my reflection.Hollow eyes, gaunt face, messy hair.This was what a traitor deserved.There was a name for this in the old lore. A curse whispered in pack nurseries to scare pups into loyalty. The Judgment of the Soul."He who betrays his f
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