With a snarl, I step inside and slam the door shut, locking myself in before the madness takes over completely. My hands grip the bars, knuckles turning white. My wolf howls, thrashing violently, but the silver keeps me from shifting fully.
Hours pass before he finally stills. Not calm–never calm–but restrained. My breathing is ragged, my body drenched in sweat, but once again, I am in control. I mind–link Fury, my most trusted warrior. Unlike his name, he’s eerily composed–a silent killer beneath a calm exterior.
“Track my mate.”
A second later, a quiet, deadly voice replies. “Alpha.”
“Follow her. Stay in the shadows. Report everything to me.”
“Understood.”
I close the link and straighten, rolling my shoulders as the last remnants of pain fade from my body,
With a sharp exhale, I unlock the cage and push open the door, careful not to touch the silver bars.
As I step out, my mind drifts back to Kali. I wonder where she was heading before those rogues led her here. If my former commander hadn’t killed them, I might’ve spared one–forced answers out of him.
But none of that matters now because no matter how far Kali runs, no matter how much distance she thinks she’s put between us-
Soon enough, she’ll realize there is no escape. Only death can stand between us.
Speaking of death…
Today marks my father’s death anniversary.
Cursing under my breath, I make my way to the house I built for my mother beside my father’s grave. She has dedicated her entire life to honouring my father, as she should. A woman of obedience and submission. Unlike Kali. If only she were like my mother, things would be so much easier.
When I arrive, I see her already performing the ritual, her hair falling in long strands as she shaves it off, her hands steady, her expression serene. Once
the ritual is over, we bow together, and she leads me inside for tea.
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