Chapter 17 – The Capture
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I didn’t get to choose.
Two rogues blindsided me, their teeth sinking into my arms as they dragged me into the forest. My screams were swallowed by the snow.
When I came to, I was in a cold, dark room. Chains again — but these weren’t Rylan’s.
Darius leaned against the wall, smiling like a snake. “Finally,” he said. “The moon’s favorite little curse.”
Cold seeped into my bones as the rogues yanked me through the dense forest, their grip like iron shackles. My arms burned where their teeth had sunk in, a raw reminder of how powerless I’d become.
I screamed, but the snow swallowed my cries, and no one came to save me. Panic clawed at my chest, twisting into icy fingers as I realized I was alone — truly alone.
When consciousness returned, the world was nothing but shadows and cold stone. The chains bit into my wrists and ankles, heavier and more unyielding than any I’d known.
I struggled, but it was useless. The weight of captivity pressed down, crushing hope beneath its relentless grip.
Then, from the darkness, a voice — smooth and venomous.
“Finally,” Darius said, stepping into the faint light, his grin a predator’s promise. “The moon’s favorite little curse.”
His eyes gleamed with cruel delight as he circled me like a snake eyeing its prey.
“You thought the pack’s chains were bad?” he taunted. “Wait until you’re truly trapped.”
Fear twisted inside me, but beneath it, a spark flared — a promise that I wasn’t broken yet.
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