LILA'S POV
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The locked room in the Silvermoon packhouse was still a cage, but Asherâs letter under my pillow gave me hope.
The mate bond pulsed faintly, a reminder of him fighting for me, far away in Silverfang.
Dariusâs coronation was tomorrow, his threat to mark me a shadow I couldnât shake.
Tara slipped in, her steps quiet, a mischievous grin on her face. Sheâd become my best friend, sneaking past guards to brighten my days. I smiled, my heart lifting, grateful for her daring and her warmth.
âLila, you wonât believe what I heard,â she whispered, sitting on my bed. We giggled, talking about silly pack gossip, like who kissed who at the bar. For the first time in weeks, I felt like a girl again, not just a prisoner.
The guards outside paced, their boots loud, but Taraâs laugh
