Chapter 2: The Pain of Rejection
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Pain.
That was all Nyra could feel.
It didn’t fade when the ceremony ended. It didn’t lessen when the crowd disappeared. It stayed—deep in her chest, sharp and relentless, like something had been ripped out and left bleeding.
She lay on the cold ground long after everyone had gone.
Alone.
The moonlight still filtered through the trees, casting a pale glow over the empty clearing. Just hours ago, this place had been filled with laughter and celebration.
Now—
It was silent.
Just like her.
Nyra slowly curled into herself, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress as another wave of pain hit her chest.
The bond…
Even broken, it still hurt.
Tears slipped down her temples, disappearing into her hair.
“I did nothing wrong…” she whispered weakly.
Her voice sounded чужд to her own ears.
Small.
Fragile.
Broken.
Footsteps echoed in the distance.
Nyra didn’t move.
She didn’t care enough to.
“She’s still here?”
A familiar voice.
Mocking.
Cruel.
Nyra closed her eyes.
“Guess the rejection hit harder than we thought,” another added.
Soft laughter followed.
It cut deeper than claws ever could.
A shadow fell over her.
“Get up,” someone said.
Nyra didn’t respond.
A sharp kick hit her side.
Pain shot through her body—but she barely reacted.
“Pathetic,” the voice muttered.
That word again.
Always that word.
Something inside her twisted.
Not from the insult.
From something deeper.
Something waking up.
Her breathing slowed.
The pain in her chest didn’t disappear…
It changed.
It burned.
Spread.
Turned into something hot and unfamiliar.
Nyra’s fingers dug into the dirt.
“What… is this…?” she whispered.
Her heartbeat grew louder.
Stronger.
Faster.
The world around her sharpened suddenly.
She could hear everything.
Every breath.
Every heartbeat.
Every movement.
Her eyes snapped open.
The wolves standing over her froze.
“Did you see that?” one whispered.
“Her eyes…”
Nyra pushed herself up slowly.
Her body trembled—but not from weakness anymore.
From power.
Something moved beneath her skin.
Alive.
Awake.
“You should stay back…” one of them said nervously.
Fear.
Nyra heard it clearly.
For the first time—
They were afraid of her.
Her gaze lifted.
And for a split second—
Her eyes glowed.
Silver.
Mixed with something darker.
The air around her shifted.
The ground beneath her fingers cracked slightly.
And deep inside her mind—
A voice whispered.
You were never weak.
Nyra froze.
Her breath hitched.
“Who… are you?” she whispered.
No answer.
But she felt it.
Watching.
Waiting.
A part of her.
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