joy, their sadness your sadness, and their pain yours to bear. The bond i

ds can

at her chest, her wail of agony raw and unrelenting. She screams for my father, but I know he cannot answer. His

barely a whisper, st

are rooted to the floor, my wolf clawing desperate

chaos, and my paral

Her movement is so fast, I don't even register it until it's too late. One swift mo

ches himself at the Shadow Moon Alpha, rage and sorrow blazing in hi

but with the chaos I hear coming from

h up, to make sense of what's happening. My body resists, though weakly, as my ga

insect. Luna retaliates, her blow sending him flyi

but my voice is dr

and unyielding. The room reeks of cleaning supplies, a shar

shakes me, forcing me to meet her eyes. "St

if I understand what she's saying. She hesitates, her

bles, my mind replaying the scene over and over. My paren

Fight. Move. Don't just stand

in horror, realizing I'm leaking. Shame burns in my chest

Then, footsteps. They s

andle

ng me anew. The door creaks ope

comforting, as he steps into the room. His shirt

is firm but not cruel, and his eyes-those-deep brown

one gentle, as though speaking to a child. "But ever

her to turn around. The Kitchen knife Maggie throws hits hi

he pulls out the knife and walks toward

roughly and I hit the floor. I try to stand bu

retaliates and throws back the kitchen knife. It strikes

aling already. "She's just a servant. Ju

ing hollow

ng will

hrase like a lifeline.

en it

I whisper, my voice trem

her shrugs, as if my father'

m killed

," he admits with a sigh, as t

led my b

on. He's better off dead." His tone

I've ever felt. My claws extend, my canines e

rs, stepping back in confusion as my

ving jagged marks that drip with blood. He screams,

into view, leaping toward me. I sidestep at the last second, grabbing its tail mid

ts blood spraying across my face and gown. The metalli

me cautiously. It wants to make me the

r is soaked in crimson, my claws dripping with t

senses, and slams something hard into the side of

in human form. Rain lashes against my skin, cold and biting.

ed remains of the pack house, mingling with the rain. Bodies litter the ground-my peopl

one i

t. The bindings around my wrists and ankles are tight, but n

my territory

y move. With a burst of strength, I twist free of the

der his attack, driving my claws into his thigh. He roa

from his left to right ear. He coll

I act quickly, slicing through my hair to free myself. The wolf stumbles, and I take adv

carnage, my breath ragged. I turn toward th

's voice cuts th

, his bloodied fac

r," he spits. "You cou

re knives t

e says coldly. "You're just as useless as they

oice breaks.

n Pack, reject you, Madeline Dexte

nlike anything I've ever felt. My w

ream pierces the night as lightning splits the s