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Darkness pressed against me like a second skin.
I couldn’t tell how long I’d been unconscious. Time had unraveled, slipping into a fog of distant echoes and numbed limbs. I was floating, drifting in a heavy, poisonous sleep.
Until pain woke me.
A sharp, aching cold ran through my arms. I tried to move, but my muscles barely responded. My tongue felt thick in my mouth, and the weight on my chest made every breath feel like drowning under gravel.
Then came the scent.
Silver.
Burning silver.
Not touching my skin, but near. Close enough to weaken, close enough to threaten.
I opened my eyes with effort.
The room was dim. The walls were made of thick stone, old and uneven. Chains hung from iron loops embedded in the stone. A small rune–carved lamp flickered in the corner, casting dancing shadows.
The floor beneath me was cold.
I was lying on my side. My hands were bound in front of me with braided silver cords, etched with runes I recognized from ancient scrolls. My ankles were bound, too – not tight, but firm. Ritualistic.
A restraint meant not just to hold… but to contain.
I wasn’t in the Council chamber anymore.
I wasn’t anywhere familiar.
And Francesco-
Linhaled sharply, my heart seizing.
Where was he?
I tried to reach for our bond. The golden thread that had always connected us since that first spark in the dark. But it felt… faint. Still there, but dimmed. Like a star buried under storm clouds.
“Francesco…” I whispered.
No answer came.
Just the quiet hum of the runes around me.
I shifted again, pain flaring in my arms. The injection site throbbed–where the healer had stabbed me with wolfsbane. My blood still burned with its poison.
But I was still conscious.
They didn’t expect that, did they?
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The door creaked.
1 tensed, instinct flaring despite my weakness.
Boots clicked against the stone as a man stepped into view. Dressed in black leather, hair like coal, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
Luca.
I recognized him instantly- The rogue Alpha. The one Francesco had once nearly killed. The one who vanished into the dark and came back with an army of shadows.
And now he stood over me like a vulture.
“Well,” he said smoothly, “the White Wolf rises. I was beginning to worry they’d broken you too quickly.”
I stared up at him, forcing steel into my voice. “You’ll regret this.”
He crouched beside me, ignoring the threat. “You and your mate make quite a storm. But you… you fascinate me more.”
His fingers hovered just inches from my cheek, but I turned my face away.
“Don’t touch me.”
He laughed. “You still have fire. That’s good. I want to see what happens when it burns too hot.”
I glanced around quickly – no windows, no exits but the one door. No visible weapons. No visible allies. But I wasn’t completely helpless.
My wolf, Mika, stirred inside me.
Weak. Dazed.
But there.
‘I’m here,’ Mika whispered. ‘I never left.‘
I let that anchor me.
“I know what you are,” I said to Luca, turning back slowly. “You’re afraid. You’ve always been afraid of power that doesn’t bow to you.”
That flicker in his eyes – just a moment – confirmed it.
“You think this will end with me in chains?” I pushed. “You’ve underestimated both of us.”
He rose to his feet. “I’m counting on it.”
Then he snapped his fingers.
The door opened again. Two guards entered with vials. Thick, glowing green liquid inside. Wolfsbane – stronger, more concentrated than before.
They approached me, one holding the vial, the other a cloth soaked in the stuff.
“No!” I thrashed as they came closer. My skin burned even from the scent.
But my magic was weak. My limbs were slow.
They forced the cloth over my nose and mouth.
Mika screamed in my y mind.
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The light dimmed again.
But before it faded completely, I heard Luca’s voice:
“We’ll see how long you shine, little moon. In the dark… everything breaks.”
His boots echoed as he circled me slowly. Like a predator with too much time.
Then he reached into his coat.
And pulled out a glass vial.
It shimmered–not green like wolfsbane, but iridescent. Shifting colors. Like oil and light mixed with nightmare.
He held it up between two fingers, smirking.
“I also saved something special for you.”
The moment I saw it, something in my instincts recoiled. A deep, primal warning rose in my chest.
“What… is that?” I rasped in my weak condition.
Luca crouched in front of me again, far too close. His breath brushed my face as he leaned in, eyes glittering with amusement.
“It’s called Veritas Nihilum. Ancient name. Forgotten poison.”
He tilted his head, enjoying the moment like a child with a magnifying glass over a burning insect.
“Translated crudely? ‘Forgetful poison.“”
My heart stuttered.
His grin widened.
“You know what it does?” he whispered. “It severs bonds. Erases them. Memory. Emotion. Even fated connections.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“You’re lying.”
He chuckled darkly. “You really think I’d lie about this? No, little moon. It’s very real. The witches who created it died for the secret–only I save the last thing. I gave you a drop once, long ago, when you were still new to Francesco. Funny thing is…”
He leaned in closer, brushing my cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“Your white wolf rejected it. Burned it out. You still remembered him.”
I trembled, revulsion crawling up my spine.
“But this time,” he said, shaking the vial gently, “I’m not giving you a drop.”
He pulled out a second. A third.
“I’m giving you all of it.”
- NO.
“No…” I whispered.
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His smile turned cruel.
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“Let’s see what happens when you wake up… and don’t remember that Francesco is your mate. Let’s see if you still cry for him when the bond is gone. Or maybe…” he stood and walked around me, whispering into my ear, “maybe you’ll love me instead. Pledge your loyalty. Give me your power. Or…. Be
mine.”
“Hahahahaha!” His laugh echoed around the stone chamber like a knife against glass.
“NO!” I screamed. I thrashed against the silver bindings, panic overtaking me. “Let me go! DON’T–NO! NO–FRANCESCO!!”
He turned away, as the guards stepped forward again–this time with the forgetful poison ready.
“I’ll enjoy watching your heart die before your eyes,” he said over his shoulder.
Then darkness surged in again–this time not from wolfsbane…
..but from despair.
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