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AlleneMy eyes fluttered open, and immediately a sharp, splitting headache hit me like a hammer. My body felt like I had been run over by a pack of wolves. Every muscle ached, every joint throbbed, and my stomach twisted in knots.“Don’t move,” a calm voice ordered, and I realized the healer was kneeling beside me. Her hands hovered just above my skin, ready to check my pulse.I tried to sit up, but the effort made stars burst in my vision. “Wh… what happened?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and weak. My mind felt foggy, fragmented, like someone had scrambled all the pieces and left me trying to put them back together.“You were drugged,” the healer said firmly, her eyes scanning me for any lingering effects. “Someone put a high amount of delirium into your food. It’s a strong sedative. ”My head lolled back against the pillow, disbelief washing over me. “Drugged…?” I whispered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. My body still throbbed, soreness radiating through every inch, and a shiv

AlleneI was barely able to pull away, that short kiss already threatening to turn into something else entirely.Shoving down the blush coming up to my face, I shook my head as I continued walking. I needed to inform the rogues about the competition to motivate them. Then my phone beeped again.I stopped, and pulled it out, my brows knitting together as I read the message. It was from an unknown number, the words short and unsettling.Some of the rogues need help with something.Come to this location quickly.Huh? What could that be? My grip on the phone tightened as unease crept up my spine. The timing felt strange, wrong even, but the thought of them needing my help as soon as possible drowned out every other suspicion.Without replying, I put the phone back into my pocket and turned in the direction of the location, my steps quickening, fueled by worry for the rogues.When I finally arrived there, the place was totally empty. Then all of a sudden,. Leonard appeared there, flanked

AlleneThe maid walked inside with clear irritation showing on her face. “This is for you,” the servant said while setting the tray of food down, her voice thin. There was an obvious stiffness to her tone, and it made me scoff.The sound came out dry, and almost painful. I turned my face away, staring at the blank wall instead of the food I couldn’t even smell properly anymore.“I’m not eating,” I said flatly.She hesitated for a second, then let out an annoyed breath. I heard the scrape of the tray being pushed aside. The food joined the others on the floor, there were so many untouched plates, bowls gone cold, and bread hard enough to crack teeth. A quiet graveyard of meals I had refused day after day.“Suit yourself then,” she muttered.I heard her straighten, irritation no longer hidden.“You’re really stupid, you know that?” she snapped. “So stupid and stubborn. You think this will make some kind of point?”I didn’t respond, but that only served to annoy her further.She laughed

AlleneI watched him choke on his own blood without lifting a finger to help him.He clawed at his throat, gasping, making wet, broken sounds as more blood kept pouring between his fingers. The smell of iron filled the room, thick and suffocating. His knees hit the floor hard, the sound dull, almost distant to me. I didn’t feel even an ounce of pity. In fact, I hoped he would feel even more, and more pain. Throat injuries were more deadly than other types of injuries for a werewolf. Because medical attention had to come first before a wolf’s regeneration could even begin to work. He made a strangled sound, his eyes glassy while I continued tugging at the rest of my restraints, my fingers slick with blood as I worked at the chains. My wrists burned, skin torn, but I barely registered the pain. I pulled again. And again.I finally freed myself and ran for the door.My feet touched the floor, and he lunged. His fingers closed around my wrist, slick and weak, stained with his own blood

Draven Do you want the same ending as last time? The words still rang in my head long after the guard had delivered them with that smug tone, as if he’d been waiting his whole miserable life to say it to me.I remember clenching my jaw, forcing myself to calm down. I didn’t want a war. Not when I wasn’t truly sure that Allene was here. Charging in blind would do more harm than good. And no matter how much my blood burned, I refused to be the one who started a massacre based on an uncertainty.Dammit! I grabbed the nearest table and hurled it across my room. The wood shattered violently against the wall, and splinters flew. I followed it with a chair, then another—until my chest heaved and my hands shook. Pure rage scorched every vein in my body.I dragged a hand down my face, breathing hard, forcing myself back into control. Anger wouldn’t find Allene. Then there was a sudden urgent knock.“Enter,” I growled.The door creaked open. It was the rogue spy I had sent out to scout for in