Chapter 19
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Healers POV *Trigger ⚠️*
The ropes—woven with silver and soaked in wolfsbane—bit into her wrists and ankles as if they were alive, as if they wanted her pain. I could smell the poison before I even saw the blisters forming on her skin. She screamed… not the cry of a beast, but of a girl. A child, almost.
She writhed against the stone floor, her body twisting, desperate for escape, for relief—anything. The wolfsbane was eating her alive.
A crowd gathered quickly. They always do when suffering is offered freely.
The former king and queen stood side by side, untouched by the chaos they had ordered. Their faces were carved from something colder than stone—no regret, no hesitation. Just quiet satisfaction.
Then the laughter started.
“Poor mutt,” someone shouted. “Gets her wolf just to die—how pathetic!”
A stone struck her shoulder. Then another. And another.
Her cries broke—fractured into something deeper, something ancient. When her head snapped up, I saw it.
Those eyes.
Glowing.
Alive.
“You will not make a mockery of me!!”
The voice that tore from her throat wasn’t fully hers anymore. It vibrated through the air, through my chest, through the fragile lie that this was justice.
I knew what was coming.
Her body convulsed, bones snapping into new shapes despite the silver poisoning her blood, despite the wolfsbane scorching her flesh. It should have killed her before she ever turned.
It didn’t.
White fur burst through bloodied skin. Massive. Terrifying. Beautiful in the most horrifying way.
For a heartbeat, the entire kingdom fell silent.
Then the screaming began.
She moved faster than thought—faster than fear. Flesh tore. Blood painted the stone. I saw a man lifted from the ground, his body torn apart as if he were nothing more than cloth. Guards rushed in, brave and foolish, their weapons useless against something driven by that much rage.
Heads fell.
Bodies dropped.
Glass shattered. Fire spread. The square became a graveyard in seconds.
When it was over, the silence was worse.
She prowled through the wreckage, searching. Hunting. Not for blood—but for them.
The king and queen.
Gone.
Her rage pulsed through the air like a living thing. I knew, in that moment, this would not end here. This wasn’t vengeance fulfilled.
It was vengeance born.
I watched her disappear into the smoke, into legend… into something the world would not survive unchanged.
She searched.
Coming up empty every time.
Cities were torn apart, rage filled her being. She’s wasn’t the same girl— no she couldn’t be.
Until the exhaustion caught up with her, her body was done even if her mind begged her to keep going.
She climbed up the highest mountain she could find with a knife in her pocket as her wolf uncontrollably clawed at the surface of her mind “we are not finished with our mission yet!! We need to find them!! We need to kill them!!” She growled.
But she pushed forward hard me and faster until she reached the top.
She looked over the mountain the wind blew terribly threatening her balance but she didn’t care she grabbed the knife firmly from her pocket and sliced her throat clean blood gushed like a waterfall her life meant nothing now.
With her final strength she threw herself off the mountain with her final thought being
“All I wanted was to be loved” before her eyes shut completely for good.
* end of healers POV*
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