PAEDYN NOVA
From hell to hell!
The corridor smelled different from the last time I walked through it.
It wasn’t the scent of damp stone and rot like the dungeon — it was the sharp, polished tang of soap and morning dew. But to me, it still smelled like judgment.
The moment I stepped into the main hall, every whisper started.
“She’s back?” someone murmured.
“I thought she was locked up for good,” another voice said behind me.
“They said she tried to betray the Alpha,” someone else hissed.
I didn’t bother to turn. Their words were knives — small, dull ones that didn’t kill, just sliced deep enough to remind me I was no longer trusted.
Two maids carrying trays slowed as I passed. One of them gave me a mocking smile. “Careful not to steal anything this time, Nova.”
The other snorted
