The Goddess Vessel
Memories flashed before my eyes-my mother's laugh, my father's strong hand on my shoulder, the smell of the Moonlight Pack's forests-and the device seared them, blurring their edges, leaching them of their color and emotion, reducing them to flat, factual data points.
I tried to scream, but the restraint at my throat allowed only a choked gasp.
VANESSA. The voice of the Goddess within me was a distant roar of fury, but it was muffled, trapped behind the wall of the chair's enchantment and the invasive, violating needle.
You are a variable, Omega's voice whispered in my mind, not through the bond, but through the device itself. A resource. Your past is irrelevant. Your connections are weaknes
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