Rita’s Point of View
Daniel.
The name echoed like thunder in my chest. A name that used to mean nothing. A name I spat with laughter.
The boy I humiliated. The mate I rejected.
The one I cast out of Shadow Blade like trash.
Now… the one who holds my wolf’s life in his hands.
I sat there, frozen on the cold bench, numb, staring at the spot where the priestess had stood moments ago. Her words still clung to the air like smoke:
“You must choose, child. Choose soon. Or the next time you fall, your wolf may never wake with you again.”
Choose.
Like I still had choices.
I wanted to cry, to scream, to throw something across the room.
But nothing came.
Only an ache. Deep. Unrelenting.
The kind of pain that didn't bleed, it settled in your bones and stayed there.
The priestess had left
