MARA
My wrists burned against the rough rope, bound tight to the bedposts. I tugged, but all it did was scrape my skin against the twine. My wolf stirred inside me, restless, but useless. She had never surfaced. Not once.
"Stop squirming," Lola scoffed. "You're only making it worse for yourself."
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A year ago, I thought getting my wolf would mean freedom. Everyone said it was the beginning of true strength, a chance to step into the world and finally claim your place. I thought I would find my mate, someone who would protect me and fight for me. But none of that happened.
Instead, I wandered aimlessly for hours in endless circles unable to perceive my own mate the entire night until darkness fell.
My wolf’s senses didn’t heighten. Unlike other wolves, I was unable to see or smell
