The door burst open with a iron-shattering bang, and a foot slammed directly into my chest before my eyes could even focus.I hit the frozen stone wall of the cell, my lungs collapsing as the breath blew out of me in a wet gasp. Gravel bit into my back. Before I could scrape together enough air to breathe, a hand clutched my matted hair and yanked my head back until my neck popped."Get up, bitch," the head warden spat, his beer-soaked breath hot against my cheek. "Your time's up. The Alpha Heir is at the main gate."He threw me forward into the slush. My palms skidded against jagged ice, tearing open old scars, but I didn't utter a sound. I didn't gasp, didn't wince, didn't cry out. Two years in Iron Ridge taught you the first rule of survival: sound only invites more pain. In the freezing dawn, I sat motionless in the dirt, hands flat on my knees, staring straight at the gravel while the heavy steel gates groaned open.Inside my mind, where a vibrant, roaring white wolf named Astra
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