*Starblood dungeon, deep night*
The dungeon was silent now, the echoes of broken chains and shouts had long faded. The cold bit through her thin clothing, but Lesley barely noticed. The chill made her skin tingle, sharpening her senses.
Lesley sat on the cold floor, one wrist still marked by the faint redness of silver scars, the other free after snapping the chain the other time.
Her still violet eyes glowed softly in the dark. Her wolf prowled inside her, restless, hungry, its energy tangled with her own anger and Elira’s lingering influence.
She had survived the chaos, had been held only by sheer force of will and the guard’s desperate hands.
She remembered the look of fear on their faces, the way their knees had wobbled when she had unleashed even a fraction of her strength.
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