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Still, she pleaded on their behalf, "Quinn only brought me here, that's all. He didn't do anything wrong! Besides, I can't even use your men now?" York's arms stayed wrapped around her, but his voice turned even icier. "No. Cut off their hands and feet, then toss them into the sea to feed the fish."

Taylor dropped to the floor, shaking with fear—only now did the full weight of fear hit her. "Quent, don't be angry anymore, alright? I can have kids with you, too. I know you better than Sharon does. I'm younger, and I can build a family with you!" Taylor crawled over and grabbed Quentin's pant leg, her voice desperate as if she'd just found a lifeline. "I have a sister—Anya can be yours as well! Quent, don't you think the two of us are better than just Sharon?" Had Taylor not said Anya's name, Quentin probably would've forgotten about her in the heat of the moment. But hearing her name instantly sparked something in him, and he broke into wild laughter.

The wolves surrounding her bowed in respect, not because they had to. I stepped next to her and said, "This is what I'm offering." "A world in which no one uses you as a pawn." a society in which you control your own fate. Her expression was unreadable as she gazed at the vision. I briefly believed I saw the smallest break in her determination, the flare of temptation in her eyes. "What do you gain from this?" Her voice was quiet as she requested. "Liberty," I said plainly. "Freedom for everybody." No more gods controlling our life, no more chains. only a future that we design for ourselves.

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

Not just agreement, but belief. Freya becomes the turning point without ever asking to be. Her story carries weight I cannot manufacture, and her presence turns abstract ideals into something painfully real. When she speaks, she doesn’t argue for revolution—she remembers what it cost to live without choice. That truth moves faster than politics ever could. Packs that might have dismissed me listen to her instead, and in that shift I see something larger than strategy taking shape. I see momentum. I see the beginning of belief becoming action.

“The unstable communities are beginning to organize politically.” Everlyn frowned. “How?” Marcus enlarged another set of feeds. Groups forming alliances. Leaders emerging. Movements gaining momentum. And at the center of many of them a phrase. “Human Freedom First.” Jesse stared at the screen. “That sounds dangerous. Jesse said, Liora’s expression darkened slightly. “Because it is.” Everlyn looked closer. The movement rejected awareness-based structures entirely. Rejected adaptive systems, Rejected influence.

“That’s dangerous.” “Yes,” I said. “But it’s honest.” The Freebound gathered as the sun dipped lower. I stood before them—not elevated, not centered. Just present. “If you believe authority is safety,” I said, voice steady, “you are free to seek it.” Murmurs rippled. “If you believe freedom is risk,” I continued, “you are right.” Silence fell. “I won’t promise protection,” I said. “Only consequence. Choice. And responsibility.” A long pause.

Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment. Judy's shoulders trembled. She lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. Her voice shook as she said, "But she doesn't even care about being a Luna! Why can't you give Samson and me a place where we can belong? She won't come back!" Lawson raised his hand, ready to slap her, and he stopped only when Samson hugged him. Lawson finally said, "She'll come back. She'll never give up. I gave you so much money, not so you could replace her. Live your own life."

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a