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“I chose her. I chose her the day I left you. I have been choosing her ever since.” Selena laughed, a sound like breaking ice. “You think this changes anything? You think winning this battle wins the war? The council is still out there. The darkness that took me is still waiting. And she will never trust you, not really. You broke her once. She will never forget.” Aria stepped between them, her blade raised, her voice cold. “You do not know her. You do not know me. I am not the wolf who was broken. I am the wolf who rose. And you will not take anything more from me.”

It only became true after speaking it aloud. I was nothing but lost in the whole world. The grip of the taller warrior tightened around his weapon. “Say your Pack again,” he commanded. My hands clenched at my side. “I don’t have one.” There was silence. Long and Deadly. The second warrior took a look at me, studying my bloodstained arms, torn cloak stitching, and exhaustion. Then he changed his face. “You are a Cirgee survivor,” he whispered softly. Painfully, the word stabbed at my heart.

I grabbed it, then tossed it onto the ground as the wooden blade landed with a loud thud. "You don't understand." I dropped onto the grass, hugging my knees. "Everyone in this pack hates me." "My father, my sister, the Alpha. Why should I become a warrior to protect people who'd rather see me dead? I don't want to protect them." My hands clenched. "I want revenge. I want every single one of them to regret what they've done to me." Kael didn't speak immediately. Instead… he slowly sat beside me. "I understand." His voice was unexpectedly gentle. "My mate rejected me too."

I said, my voice cold and commanding, carrying the weight of absolute authority. Chloe lifted her head, eyes burning with hatred. "So what? My father will—" "Your father chose peace. The Bloodfang pack's army has already withdrawn to the borders." I cut her off, my words striking her like hammers, shattering any hope. "The one who started this war was Damian, and he will face a fair trial." I paused before enunciating, "As for you, under the ancient law of an eye for an eye, you will endure the same suffering I once endured."

It wouldn’t stop until every one of them was broken. ☠️ End of Chapter 22

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I was the greatest warrior in the pack and now I’m nothing. I’ve heard them in the hallway outside my door. I may be a paraplegic, but my hearing is still that of a Guardian. I know what they are calling me. I’ve gone from being the strongest warrior in pack, the Big Daddy Badass to nothing. No, I’m worse than nothing. I’m the Broken Warrior.

He lunged, tearing into the nearest enemy, his claws ripping through fur and flesh. ‎I crouched, my heart pounding, the warmth in my chest roaring now, like a storm trapped inside me. I wanted to help, to fight, but I was nothing—just a girl, wolf-less, useless. The book’s words flashed in my mind: *The unawakened will rise.* My hands shook, my breath shallow, as the warmth turned to pain, sharp and searing, like something breaking free. ‎

Instead, she reached up and slapped me, her small hand connecting with my cheek with a surprising amount of force. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with righteous anger. "You think your arrogance gives you the right to disregard the needs of others? Move your car, now!!" My pack members, who had been waiting nearby, looked on in shock as the human woman stood up to me, the infamous Broken Alpha. I clenched my fists, torn between the urge to lash out and the grudging respect I felt for her courage. "Fine!," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.