Chapter 6
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Amber froze as the chamber doors slammed shut behind her.
The Watcher stood at the center of the room, tall and motionless, torchlight bending toward him as if the flames themselves recognized him. His eyes found hers instantly, and the weight of that gaze dragged the air from her chest.
It wasn’t hunger in his stare. It was something worse—like he could see through her skin, peel back every layer, down to the trembling wolf caged inside her.
Her voice cracked. “What do you want from me?”
He didn’t answer at first. He moved slowly, like shadows themselves carried his steps, until he stood only a few paces away. “You defied the Court.” His voice was low, smooth, and terrifyingly calm. “Few survive that.”
Amber clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms. “I didn’t want to die their way. That’s all.”
The faintest curve touched his lips—not quite a smile, but close. “That is not all. You are not like the others. The Court breaks them. Yet you…” He leaned in, his words brushing her like cold steel. “…you are mine now, whether you understand it or not.”
Her wolf thrashed harder inside her, a hot surge against her ribs. For a moment, her vision blurred and the edges of her sight glowed faint gold. Her nails scraped against her palms—too sharp, too long. She curled her fists to hide it, terrified the judges might see, but the Watcher’s eyes flickered knowingly, as if he’d noticed anyway.
Her pulse thundered. She forced herself not to step back. “I belong to no one.”
Inside, her wolf snarled, thrashing against the fading wolfsbane. It didn’t feel like fear anymore. It felt like recognition—like some buried instinct was howling back at him.
From the edge of her vision, she saw Zane. He stood at the chamber wall, silent, his jaw tight. His gaze flicked once between them, and for the first time since she had met him, Amber saw unease in his face.
“What does it mean?” she demanded. “The Mark. The whispers. Why are you watching me?”
The Watcher studied her, unblinking. Then he lowered his voice, each word sinking into her like stone dropped into water. “The blood moon will decide. Survive the days to come, little wolf. Survive—and you will understand.”
Her breath shook. “You speak in riddles. If you want something from me, then say it.”
He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “You will choose again when the moon bleeds. Not your wolf. Not the Court. You.”
The heavy doors groaned open. Torchlight spilled wider across the chamber as the three vampire judges entered, their cruel smiles sharp against the shadows.
Amber blinked, and the Watcher was gone. One heartbeat he had been standing before her, the next—nothing. Only cold air where he had stood.
The woman judge sneered, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Look at her, shaking like a pup. Did you think the shadows were speaking to you, little wolf? You’ll break soon enough.”
The silver-haired man gave a soft laugh, cold as falling snow. “All wolves break. Some just take longer than others.”
They laughed, cruel and dismissive, as though she had been standing alone the entire time.
But Zane knew. His eyes lingered on her as the judges spoke, his expression unreadable.
Amber’s knees felt weak as Zane gripped her arm and led her out. The laughter followed them down the corridor, echoing like knives.
Back in her cell, Amie rushed to the bars. “What happened? What did he do?”
Amber sank onto the bed, pulling the blanket tight around her shoulders. She couldn’t speak. Not yet. The Watcher’s words pounded too hard in her skull.
“Did he touch you? Did he mark you?” Amie pressed, desperation cracking her voice.
Amber shook her head, but Amie recoiled anyway, covering her mouth with her hands. “Then it’s worse,” she breathed. “If he spoke to you, Amber… then you’re already his.”
She closed her eyes, heart racing, knowing nothing in these caves would ever feel the same again.
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