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Chapter 2 Two

Word Count: 1228    |    Released on: 24/12/2025

l's

the gates of my pack rose before me li

another as I pushed forward using what se

ure until I no longer knew if I was woman or beast. My screams became the onl

vin was not behind it, and would come and find me

sed to heal. I got used to the sound of my bones breaking, the rhy

ak free but the more she howled the more the sil

ing that kept me sane and no

d. I stopped screaming or weeping and stayed

r the guards were careless-- that I will never know but I saw an opening and I took it.

, and fighting for every breath I took while I plotted my little payback. Each day I sur

the world like a starving creatu

mega carrying a basket of laundry dropped it, linens spilling across the dirt as she clapped her han

. Lu

she's

iv

urse. Oh! If only they had se

coldly whispe

whispers ro

a has re

I saw tears in some eyes, reverence in others. Yet beneath it

so d

I saw

time collapsed in on itself, and all I saw was the man I had loved.. his broad shoulders,

broke like glass s

veling. His eyes searched me, frantic, as though afraid

s you. Goddess, it's really you.. I searched...

a ste

ed across his features might have broken me once. N

red, but the title sound

For years, I had lived only for this moment. For years, his memory

ed for me, why h

why had I roamed aro

ak, a soft, liltin

e?" My bloo

, she emerged. It was my dearest c

lness of pregnancy. Her hands rested protectively on the swell of h

er gaze flickered briefly to me. A quick assessment. A

in the crowd

happen

r Luna.. The new Lu

.. me, the ghost of the woman he had tried to

inside m

y throat. "Corvin Love?" I said

ything. Even the wind s

t you think. When you were gone, when I thought.." he took in a sharp sniff like he was holdi

ftly, her voice dripping with sympathy. "We neve

ingers drifted to her belly, stro

e of her should

etrayal and chains. And here she stood, flaunting her victo

he scream risin

on etched in every line of his fac

yet steady and sharp enough to cut him especially as I c

wait to see their faces. I turned on my heel, t

y, but I forced myself forward. I

t

t

an

ne when I

e when I w

ne when I

no longer

sion blurred, and a holl

ound me sharpe

e, but I swayed, let

voice thundered

w was his face, str

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