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🪷ISORA🪷I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was iron bars. Cold, dark, unforgiving, pressing in on me from all sides like the ribs of some dead beast. I was locked in a cage, chained, my wrists bound together with heavy metal that bit into my skin every time I moved.The chains were cold and rough against my wrists, and I could feel the raw skin beneath them, the beginning of bruises that would darken into purple and black if I stayed here long enough. My body was only covered with pieces of cloth, scraps of fabric that barely hid my chest and the space between my thighs, and the rest of me was bare to the cold air that clung to my skin like a second layer of ice.The room was large and cavernous, with high ceilings and dark stone walls and torches flickering in iron sconces. The flames cast dancing shadows across the room, making the walls seem to move and breathe. It looked like a courtroom, the kind where judgments were passed and executions were carried out, and I was sit

THE BLOOD MOON PRICE

⚡GARRICK⚡I ran toward the cabin first, the rain still falling in sheets that soaked through my torn clothes and plastered my hair to my forehead. The slash on my chest was burning, the wound from Dane's claws still fresh but I ignored it. There was no time to tend to it. There was no time to rest.Adrian and Isora had been on the mountain, and the red moon had appeared, and I needed to find them before it was too late. The forest around me was dark and dripping, the trees bent low under the weight of the rain, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers trying to grab me as I passed. The ground was slick with mud and fallen leaves, and I slipped more than once, catching myself with my hands, feeling the sting of scraped palms.The cabin was empty when I reached it. The door was still open from when they had left, and the fire in the hearth had burned down to nothing but embers, the last traces of warmth fading into the cold air. I called their names, my voice echoing off the wa

I WILL FIND YOU

🐺ADRIAN🐺"Isoraaaaa!!!!!"The mame ripped out of my throat before I was fully conscious, before I understood anything except the hollow, screaming emptiness where she was supposed to be. My eyes snapped open and I was in my room, in my bed, the ceiling familiar and wrong because she was not beside me. The sheets were tangled around my legs and my chest was bare and the crescent moon mark on my left chest was glowing silver, warm against my skin.Garrick was there. His face was hard, his jaw tight, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion. The slash on his chest was bandaged, blood seeping through the white fabric. He looked like he had not slept in days, and there was a cut on his cheek that had not been there before."Where is she?" My voice came out raw, scraped clean by the scream. I tried to sit up, and the world tilted. I was not weak. I was not strong either. Something was different. I felt whole in a way I had not felt in twenty years, but there was a hollowness beneath it, an absen

THE WHITE WOLF

😈AZRIAN👿The glass shattered against the stone wall, shards scattering across the floor like frozen tears, and I watched them glitter in the torchlight and felt nothing except the hollow rage burning in my chest. My hand was bleeding from where I had punched the wall, the knuckles split open and dripping red, but I did not feel the pain. I never feel pain.I could not feel anything except the image of that crescent moon mark on her neck, glowing silver and mocking me, proving that she was his and not mine. The blood dripped from my hand onto the stone floor, pooling in the cracks, and I watched it fall and felt nothing because nothing mattered anymore except the fact that I had lost.“Adriannnnnnnnnn!!!!”I grabbed a heavy iron candlestick from the table and hurled it against the far wall. It struck with a satisfying crash, sending sparks flying across the room, and I watched the flames gutter and die on the cold stone floor. The sound of it breaking was the only thing that made me

THE WHITE WOLF UNLEASHED

༆Few Hours ago༆🪷ISORA🪷The cage was cold and dark and the chains were heavy on my wrists and ankles, biting into my skin every time I moved. I had been sitting in this corner for what felt like days, my body aching, my throat dry, my stomach hollow with hunger. The pieces of cloth covering me were barely enough to hide my chest and the space between my thighs, and the cold air of the dungeon seeped into my bones and made me shiver despite my best efforts to stay still. The stone floor was rough against my bare skin, and I could feel the dirt and dust clinging to my legs and arms, a constant reminder of how far I had fallen.I had been trying to reach Adrian through the bond, but it was still foggy, still distant, still blocked by whatever magic Azrian was using to keep us apart. I could feel him there, a faint pulse of warmth at the edge of my consciousness, but I could not reach him. I could not tell him where I was. IThe bond was like a thread stretched too thin, about to snap, a

HELLO DADDY

🪷ISORA🪷"Run." I snarled, and I turned away before she could say anything else.I traced Esmeralda's scent through the castle, following the trail of her cheap perfume. It led me through winding corridors and up a flight of stairs, past rooms filled with silks and jewels and the spoils of Azrian's cruelty. I found her in her chambers, standing in front of a mirror, her hands shaking as she tried to fix her hair. Her reflection was pale and terrified, and I watched her fingers tremble as she tried to pin a strand of hair into place.She turned when I burst through the door, and the look on her face was priceless. Pure terror. Utter shock. The face of a woman who had just realized that her worst nightmare was standing in front of her."You look too scared now, Esmeralda." I howled, my voice a low growl that made her flinch. My paws moved slowly across the floor as I circled her, and I watched her tremble under my gaze. "Do you not recognize the lowly servant?""I—Isora..." She stutter

MY QUEEN, MY RUIN

🐺ADRIAN🐺 The castle gates loomed ahead, dark and imposing against the gray morning sky, and I could feel the bond pulsing in my chest like a second heartbeat. Isora was in there somewhere, somewhere beyond those walls, and every fiber of my being was screaming at me to tear through the stone and find her. My army was behind me, silent and waiting, their eyes fixed on the castle, their weapons drawn and ready. The morning mist clung to the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of rain. My hands were shaking. I looked down at them, at the tremor in my fingers, and I realized that I was afraid. I was afraid of what I would find inside those walls. I was afraid of seeing her broken. I was afraid of seeing her dead. I was afraid of being too late. The minutes stretched out like hours, and I could not breathe. I could not think. I could not do anything except stare at those gates and wait and pray to a goddess I had never believed in that she was still alive. Then the gates

EMERALD EYES

⚡GARRICK⚡ I walked through the courtyard with my boots heavy on the stone and my chest aching from the wound that was still healing, the slash from Dane's claws that had not fully closed. The healer had done what he could, but the wound was deep and the medicine was slow and I could still feel the burn of it every time I moved too quickly. Adrian had told me to rest, to take a break, to let someone else handle the pack for a few hours. But there was no one else. There never was. The pack was my responsibility, and I had been carrying it for so long that I had forgotten what it felt like to put it down. I pressed my hand against my chest, feeling the bandages beneath my shirt, feeling the warm dampness of blood that was still seeping through. The wound was not healing as fast as it should have been, and I knew it was because I had not rested. I had been running on adrenaline and stubbornness, and my body was starting to pay the price. My vision blurred at the edges for a moment, and

NOTHING LEFT BUT CHAINS

🗡️ASHER🗡️The dungeon was cold and damp, the air thick with the smell of mold and old blood and the kind of despair that seeped into your bones and never left.I had been sitting in this corner for what felt like weeks, my body aching, my stomach hollow with hunger, my mind spinning with the weight of everything I had lost.The chains on my wrists were heavy and cold, and the stump where my left hand used to be throbbed with a pain that never went away. My empty eye socket burned, and I could feel the phantom sensations of fingers that were no longer there. I had lost my cock, my eye, my hand. But that was not the worst of it.I had lost Isora.I thought about her constantly, her face when she realized the truth, the way she had looked at me like I was a stranger, the way she had said "you never had me." Those words echoed in my head, over and over, a wound that would not heal. I had spent years training beside her, planning with her, dreaming of a future where she would finally see

“I TOLD YOU IT WILL BE QUICK”

🪷ISORA🪷The morning sun was pale and cold, casting long shadows across the courtyard where Esmeralda hung from the gallows, her body limp and broken, her dark hair hanging in tangled strands over her face.I sat on a chair that had been brought out for me, my back straight, my hands resting on my knees, my face hard and unreadable. Adrian sat beside me, his presence warm and steady, his hand resting on my thigh under the table that had been set up for us.The pack had gathered to watch, servants and guards and wolves alike, their eyes fixed on the spectacle that was about to unfold. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel the weight of their gazes pressing down on me like a physical force.The guards were preparing the whip, running their fingers along the leather, testing the weight of it. I watched them with cold detachment, remembering the feel of that same whip on my back, the sting of it, the burn of it, the way it had torn my skin open and left me bleeding on the

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