Novel & Cerita Ring Seven Days

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

Seven endless, grueling days. I exhaled deeply, frustration bubbling beneath the surface like a cauldron on the verge of boiling over. “Seven days,” I muttered under my breath, pacing the room with the notice still clutched in my hands. “Seven whole days before they even look at the evidence. What are they waiting for? A full moon?” The bitterness in my tone surprised even me. My heels clicked sharply against the wooden floor as I paced back and forth, unable to contain the restless energy brewing inside me.

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, he cried. "Good, 7 days"

The devil. Just 7 days, little cat. Take all the breaths left in you. Just 7 more days.

The weight of everything is crushing him, and I'm the cause. “After the ceremony,” I repeat quietly. “That gives us what, twelve days?” “Eleven.” His voice is flat. “The full moon is next Friday.” Eleven days until I have to stand before the pack and pretend to accept a bond that isn't real. Eleven days before I resume training under Alpha Rowan's cold scrutiny and risk facing who this time? Summer? Warren? Or even someone worse than those two? Eleven days to find the ring owner before everything potentially collapses.

she announces. The words drop like a guillotine. Christopher beams. “It’s next Saturday.” Next. Saturday. I can’t breathe. That’s… one week. One week until he signs his life away. One week until she becomes his wife. One week until everything ends. I nod. Because I have to. But inside— I am fire and ice and drowning all at once. I have seven days. Seven days to find the truth. Seven days to stop this. Seven days to save him.

My wolf should be dancing, right? But instead… fear sat in my throat. A heavy knot. Dark. Tight. Burning. What if he still looks at me with that cold gaze? What if he doesn’t want me still? What if nothing changes? What if I am still an invisible bond he didn’t ask for? Seven days. Seven days without one look. Seven days without one word. Seven days of silence. I rubbed the hem of my top between my fingers to distract myself. “Okay,” I said simply.

Seven days. It's been seven days since I've heard from Rowen. I knew I wouldn't hear from him a lot because they're so busy on roadtrips. But I didn't expect radio silence. I down the last of my vodka and cranberry and continue wallowing in self pity.

The crack echoed up into the rafters, sharp as a shot, making some in the highest rows flinch. The baby kicked once, hard enough to hurt. Elowen pressed her hand over the spot, the circle’s sigils a faint heat under her boots, the chain a cold ring at her waist. Seven days, she thought, as the hall’s noise rose again like a storm. Seven days to stop being a case file, to turn their rules back on them, to live.