Sam's POV
I looked down at my hands, feeling the blood slicking between my fingers. The world seemed hazy, my thoughts scattered. I had never felt anything like this before. Her mark burned in my skin, in my blood. It was like a part of me had changed.
A part of me had become hers.
She stood there, watching me, letting me feel the weight of it. Her gaze never left me, her wolves still watching in silence. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, but when she spoke again, her voice was calm, almost too calm.
“Don’t mistake this,” she said softly. “This isn’t just about power. It’s about loyalty. Prove it to me, Sam. Prove you’re more than just a pawn.”
I nodded, barely able to focus, but the words came out clearer than I thought they would. “I’ll prove it. I will.”
She smiled, a cold
