Chapter 17
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Evelyn’s POV
“Well, what are we waiting for?” the healer said, his eyes lighting up with almost childlike excitement. “I’ve waited a lifetime to encounter a white wolf. I want to feel it… to understand the power inside you.”
My stomach twisted tighter.
He sounded… thrilled.
Like this was an opportunity.
Not a risk.
“So… how does this work?” I asked, trying—and failing—to keep the nerves out of my voice.
“Oh, it’s quite simple, my child,” he said with a casual wave of his hand. “You shift, I make contact with your wolf—usually by holding the head—and then I speak to her. Nothing painful. Nothing dangerous.”
Nothing dangerous.
Right.
“Don’t look so frightened,” he added gently.
That was easy for him to say.
He wasn’t the one being locked out of her own mind.
“I… can’t shift,” I said, my voice quieter now. “My brother—my Alpha—commanded her to stay dormant.”
Silence.
I lifted my eyes to the king. “You’ll have to release it.”
The healer’s entire demeanor snapped.
“You did what?” he barked, his voice suddenly sharp with anger.
He turned on the king, fury blazing in his eyes.
“You Alpha-commanded a white wolf into dormancy?” he demanded. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? A creature like that is not meant to be suppressed—it’s volatile, delicate, unpredictable—you don’t just lock it away!”
“Enough,” the king cut in, his voice firm, controlled—but edged with irritation. “She had no control. The moment she shifted, she lost herself completely. That decision was made for safety.”
The healer scoffed. “Safety? Or fear?”
“I said enough,” the king repeated, colder this time. “And do not blame her. This was not Evelyn’s doing. Her father made that call.”
The tension in the room thickened.
The healer exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine,” he muttered. “Then tell me—everything. Start from the beginning.”
His gaze softened slightly as it returned to me.
“Walk me through your first shift.”
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Flashback
I remember waking up annoyed.
There were voices—loud, giggling voices—coming from the living room.
I groaned, burying my face deeper into my pillow.
Why are they so loud?
I tried to fall back asleep, but then—
The itching started.
At first, it was small. My arms. My legs.
Then it spread.
Deeper.
Under my skin.
I scratched harder, but it only got worse.
The giggles carried down the hall again—low chuckles mixed in. Kaden. Ben.
I sighed, dragging myself out of bed.
Maybe if I told them to quiet down—
But when I walked in…
I froze.
They weren’t just talking.
They were… kissing.
No—worse.
“Ew! Did she just stick her tongue in your mouth, Kaden?” I blurted out.
All four of them jumped apart like they’d been caught committing a crime.
Chaos followed.
Kaden rushed off muttering something about a thermometer. Ben disappeared to grab food.
And I was left alone with the two girls.
Big mistake.
“What a buzzkill,” the blonde snapped, crossing her arms. “Can’t you see I’m trying to be the future Luna?”
“Yeah,” the brunette added, rolling her eyes. “And I’m trying to be Beta. Why are little kids always so annoying?”
“I wasn’t trying to be,” I said quickly. “I thought you left.”
The blonde laughed, sharp and cruel. “Well, the second you saw us, you should’ve gone back to bed, you ugly little twerp.”
My chest tightened.
“I’m not ugly,” I shot back. “I’ve always been told I look like my mom.”
They laughed.
Laughed.
“Yeah, right,” the brunette said. “We’ve always wondered if you’re even the Alpha’s kid. I mean, look at you—and look at Kaden.”
“Kaden looks like our dad. I take after my mom,” I said, my voice shaking now.
“Is that what they told you?” the blonde sneered. “Maybe your mom just cheated. Wouldn’t be surprising.”
“Take that back,” I growled.
“Or what?” she said, stepping closer, smirking. “You gonna make me?”
And then—
Everything broke.
It didn’t happen slowly.
It wasn’t gradual.
It was violent.
My bones snapped—shattered—like my body was being ripped apart from the inside. I felt every second of it.
Every crack.
Every tear.
And she—
She loved it.
I felt her hunger.
Her excitement.
Her need.
Blood.
I couldn’t stop it.
I couldn’t move.
I could only watch—
As she tore them apart.
Screaming.
Begging.
Crying.
It didn’t matter.
They were nothing to her.
The world blurred red.
And then—
She turned.
Kaden.
Ben.
“No—STOP!” I screamed inside. “Please! They’re family!”
“We have no family,” she growled, her voice cold, merciless. “We owe nothing to humans.”
“Anyone but them—please!” I begged.
She didn’t answer.
She just howled—
And shoved me back.
Deep.
Into darkness.
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I swallowed hard, my throat tight as the memory faded.
“I hurt my father that night,” I said quietly. “After that… he locked me away.”
The room was silent.
“For two years,” I continued. “A cement room. No windows. No escape. She would shift whenever she wanted. Anyone who came near…” I shook my head. “They didn’t always make it out.”
I forced myself to keep going.
“Only my father and Kaden could come inside. Everyone else was a risk.”
My hands trembled slightly.
“She never stopped. The growling. The pacing. It was constant. Like she was always waiting… always hungry.”
I looked at the healer.
“I tried to talk to her. They told me to. But she—” my voice cracked slightly, “she said I wasn’t worthy of her.”
Silence pressed in.
“And then… the king ordered her dormant. Until I turned eighteen.”
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The healer stared at me, stunned.
“I have never…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “This is no ordinary case.”
His eyes sharpened.
“There is something deeper here. Something hidden.”
He clapped his hands once, sudden and decisive.
“There is only one way to uncover it.”
My stomach dropped.
“Bring her out.”
“Right now?” I asked, my voice tight.
“Why not?” he said with a confident smile. “I’ve dealt with thousands of wolves. I can handle her.”
I glanced at the king.
At the twins.
Their faces were unreadable.
“You need a cell,” I said immediately. “I’m serious. I don’t control her. If she hurts someone—”
“We are not putting you in a cell,” Nathan said firmly, arms crossed.
“You don’t understand,” I snapped, frustration breaking through. “I don’t have any control. It’s like we’re two completely different beings. When she takes over, I’m gone.”
The king studied me carefully. “You’re saying you can’t influence her at all?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little.”
He went quiet, thinking.
Then finally—
“We’ll take precautions,” he said. “There’s a lower level. Not a cell… but isolated.”
A pause.
“That will have to do.”
My heart started pounding.
Because deep down—
I knew.
That wouldn’t be enough
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