Chapter 20: Dark Memories (Elara's POV)
The silver-infused drugs pulled me under, deep into the realm of memory where truth and nightmares blur together. I was drowning in visions from the past, unable to claw my way back to consciousness.
In my drugged haze, I found myself standing outside Caleb's private den again. It was that night—the night I first witnessed his curse. I was eighteen, my wolf newly awakened, and I'd been drawn to him like a moth to flame.
I could see my younger self peering through the partially open door, curious and concerned. Inside, Caleb was in agony.
He'd bound himself to a chair with silver-reinforced chains. His muscular torso was bare, covered in self-inflicted wounds—neat, methodical cuts that formed strange patterns across his skin. Blood trickled do
