“Enough talk,” my mother snapped. “Elara doesn’t have time. Bind her and take her.”Lysander produced a length of coarse rope woven with thin silver strands—enough to suppress a weak wolf’s shift, to cause a constant, burning discomfort. With my parents’ help, they tied my hands behind my back. The silver bit into my skin, a persistent, nasty burn.“Move!” My mother shoved me forward.I braced my feet against the doorframe, refusing to be moved.Lysander didn’t hesitate. He kicked my ankle, a brutal, precise strike. Bone creaked. Agony shot up my leg.“Aria, if Elara dies because of your stubbornness, I will end you myself,” he growled.I crumpled, landing hard on my knees. A fresh, cramping pain bloomed in my abdomen.“Watch the pup, you idiot! Hit her face, not her body!” my mother screeched at him.Lysander grunted an acknowledgment. He and my father hauled me up like a sack of grain, dragging me toward the elevator.The doors pinged open.And standing there, tall and imposing in th
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