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The Crimson Wyrm Tasting, an event that would decide the heir to the White family legacy, was set for three days later. The moment the news spread, a restless tension settled over the entire clan. This was the Whites' highest-stakes gathering. In my previous life, it was the day I was nailed to the pillar of shame, with no way to wash it clean. The Crimson Wyrm was said to be a rare variant of the Scarlet Mantle trees. There was only a single tin of it across the world. The White family guarded it like their greatest treasure.

Because—because some hatred was too deep to—to fade even when magic demanded it. I touched my belly. The pup growing there. Our future. Everything Emily had—had tried to destroy. We'd survived. For now. Had—had protection in place. Binding preventing contact. Institutionalization preventing—preventing direct action. But Emily's final screams echoed. Her promises to—to find way around binding. To prove I—I didn't deserve Caden. To—to make me regret everything. Was it over? Really over? Or just—just paused until Emily found—found some loophole in binding? Some way to—to continue war from within supernatural rehabilitation?

“Listen, Dante, I’m not in the mood to be speaking with you right now. I’m taking out the trash. Let me.” Trash? She tried to move again, jerking me with her, but this time Darius’ hand shot out. He grabbed her free hand and yanked her back so hard she was forced to release me. I staggered, clutching my sore wrist to my chest. Emily’s head whipped around, rage in her eyes, but Darius’s expression was darker. “Emily.” He said, warningly. “I think you’ve lost your mind.” He clenched his teeth. “Stop this rubbish! You only still have you head on your neck because we're related”

CHAPTER 126 Isabella's P.O.V Emily's smile, as beautiful as it appeared, only masked the turmoil within her, and I knew it. I knew all about Emily's past, and I understood how she must feel within her, and I pitied her. “You want to know how it is, to live in the wastelands?” Emily asked. Without waiting for my response, she went on. “I've spent so long in the wastelands, sis, where every day is a fight to survive. You learn to adapt, to do what you must to make it through the night. The wastelands don't care about your feelings or your morals - they'll consume you whole if you don't consume them first. I've had to fight for every scrap of food, every drop of water, every moment of peace. An

I wept, my sobs raw and unrestrained, as she shook her head and whispered hoarsely, "What's done is done. Let it go." "This was all part of the divine plan," she continued, her voice calm and resolute. "You needed to walk this path, to grow. Now, your heart can truly belong to the forest again." Her words struck something deep within me. When I looked up, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope stir in my chest. From that moment, I immersed myself in my studies, locking myself away to delve into the sacred texts and the wisdom of the witches who had come before me. Each piece of knowledge I uncovered carried the weight of generations, a treasure passed down through countless hands.

I leаn my heаd аgаinst thе windоw, wаtching thе city lights blur intо streаks оf colоr. "Еmily," Zаck sаys аftеr а while, his vоice drаwing my аttention bаck tо him. "Yеаh?” Нe pаuses fоr а momеnt, his еyеs dаrting bаck аnd fоrth bеtwееn mе аnd thе rоаd. "I know my wоrld is. ugly. Dying. Аnd I dоn't wаnt tо drаg yоu intо it mоre thаn I аlreаdy hаve. Вut with yоu hеrе. It mаkes things feel а little less heаvy. A little lightеr."

Now I scrambled to read up on the subject in order to help my new family. "I just feel worthless," Emily would tell me every time I asked her. "I turned on my pack. I attacked my Alpha. If the pack had suffered, it would have been my fault." The rogues had treated her badly, physically and mentally. As they abused her, they had explained to her how she had helped destroy her pack. The mental wounds that related to her traitorous behavior were devastating, the physical stuff didn't really phase her. I wasn't making any progress and she seemed to be getting worse. Finally, I called in the cavalry.

Brea in the Westmarch library holding two-century-old fragments that a child had written and sent forward across two hundred years in faith. And us. Emily arriving with a canvas bag and the specific quality of someone who had stopped expecting good things. The wolf who bound her at six years old and spent forty years doing the inadequate thing in the margin of his fear because the alternative was nothing and he could not sustain the nothing. The mate bond that Caius had felt for twenty-nine years before it existed and that had been the condition of everything since. She wrote it well. She had always written well — the letter to whoever came next was proof of that. This was longer than that l

Emily shouted, “I am sick of you and hate that bitch of yours! She’s a whore. She hopped into countless beds with countless guys! Do you know she was Jayden’s whore?” “Shut up!” I snarled. “You are so fucking desperate, Emily. Your ego is bigger than your brain. You could’ve gone back to your pack and lived happily. You could’ve lived happily with Jayden. I ignored you because I thought you might redeem yourself. But you gave it all up! You cheated Milo, who took you under his protection. Using his money, you bribed my driver to kidnap my pup. And when you finished your work, you got rid of Tom and Niti.”

Emily couldn't feel any remorse as she choked Scarlett and lifted her in the air. "You ruined our life and the lives of all the children and lycans in my pack," Emily said in her cold tone, sending shivers down Scarlett's spine. "Your hatred and jealousy turned you into a monster. You never sought kindness and maturity, Scarlett. Instead, you followed the wrong path and wronged us more." "Y-You deserve it!" Scarlett struggled and shifted to her human form, hoping that she could break free from Emily's grip, but no… Emily gripped her neck tight enough that she could feel her lungs aching and wanting air. "S-Stop!"