Dorothy stepped closer.
“You are dying here,” she said bluntly. “Your wolf is weakening every single day.”
I immediately looked away.
“Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But little by little, they are breaking both you and your wolf.”
My throat tightened.
Part of me wanted to deny it. Wanted to argue.
But I couldn’t.
Because every single night, I felt it.
The pain. The emptiness. The damage spreading deeper through the bond.
Sometimes it became hard to breathe afterward.
Sometimes my wolf stayed silent for hours.
Sometimes I honestly wondered how much more of it I could survive.
Dorothy’s expression softened slightly as she watched me.
“I needed a way to break the Alpha command binding you to this territory,” she admitted quietly.
I looked back at her sharply.
“And now one
