CHAPTER 6
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X Chapter Six X
Wren’s POV
This has to be a dream.
It has to be.
All the chaos… the wolves… the ritual… the boy who rose from his dead bed and almost tearing a whole clan of witch like wolves apart—
None of it could be real.
My grandmother selling me off?
Me almost being sacrificed for only God knows what?
Sasha Ronoarh—the guy in the news, the boy declared dead—lifting me like I mattered?
Impossible.
Every time consciousness flickered through me, I saw him again.
That same face.
Sharp jaw.
Soft, silky black hair falling over his forehead.
Those intense, dark eyes that looked at me like they were searching for something… something even he didn’t understand.
He moved around the room like a shadow that refused to leave.
Placing a warm towel on my head.
Wiping the dried blood from my skin with hands so gentle it almost hurt.
I wanted to speak, to ask who he really was, to ask if I was dead and he was some kind of guardian angel…
But my body was too heavy.
My eyelids refused to stay open.
Everything felt slow, fuzzy, unreal—
Like my mind had fallen into a pool of thick, dreamlike mist.
Did I… actually meet Sasha Ronoarh in heaven?
Is he an angel watching over me?
Because surely—
no one on earth should look like that.
My lips parted to try to speak—
But then—
“SASHA!”
A shout ripped through the calm.
The door slammed open so hard it shook the walls.
Another guy stood there.
Tall. Gorgeous.
Almost as stunning as Sasha—like the universe had copy-pasted beauty into one house.
Yep. Definitely not planet Earth.
None of boys in my classroom looked like this. They all looked like background characters in a cheap comic. But these two?
They looked like escapees from a fantasy K-drama.
The newcomer had long blond hair that framed his face like golden flames.
And before I could blink, he sprinted across the room and wrapped Sasha in the tightest hug I’d ever seen.
Not a bro hug.
Not a casual “hey man.”
No.
This was dramatic reunion after 60 years of longing kind of hug.
“I missed you so much,” the blond guy breathed, clinging to him.
…Okay.
Definitely not heaven.
More like a BL drama set I accidentally stumbled into.
Sasha didn’t shove him off.
He let him cling.
For a long, long moment.
Then he finally spoke, voice soft in a way I didn’t think he was capable of.
“Havan… have you been well?”
“How could I?” Havan shot back, pulling away only to look dramatically offended. “My life couldn’t be well without you.”
“Stop exaggerating,” Sasha muttered, but he was smiling—
A real smile.
One I didn’t think his cold face could make.
Then Havan’s eyes drifted toward me.
His steps grew slow and careful, like he had discovered a forbidden creature in a cage.
I panicked.
Shut my eyes.
Maybe if I pretended to be unconscious, they wouldn’t—
“IS THAT HER?!” Havan shrieked.
I flinched.
“Your mate is a child!”
My soul left my body.
“I noticed,” Sasha said casually. “She’s so small. I wonder how old she is.”
They were literally discussing me like I was a stray kitten on the sidewalk.
“Still,” Havan said dramatically, “she’s a perfect match for you. Two tiny creatures. You look like a kid yourself—now you’re two years younger than me!”
“Shut up. I’m older,” Sasha muttered, but he was laughing again—alive, warm, so different from the cold, terrifying version I saw before.
Watching them bicker…
It felt strangely comforting.
For a small moment, I forgot the ritual.
Forgot the ropes.
Forgot the blood on my skin, the iron that cut through my skin like I was beef.
But then—
A tear slipped down my cheek.
Soft.
Unwanted.
Burning.
Because the second I remembered laughter—
I remembered betrayal.
Grandmother.
The woman who raised me.
The one person I thought would protect me.
She sold me.
Like an object.
Like I wasn’t human.
My chest tightened.
I may forgive someday… maybe… but I will never forget.
Not what she did.
Not what she allowed.
Not the moment she traded me for money.
Not the moment she chose everything—
everyone—
over me.
"hey isn't she conscious now?" havan said with a pause.
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