Sindy
The world tilted beneath my feet when I heard him say it.
“Her next trial will not be against you. It will be with me.”
For a heartbeat, I thought I had misheard. That the exhaustion still gnawed at my ears, twisting his words into something they weren’t. But no—the pack’s roar confirmed it. Shock, amusement, approval—it rippled through them like wildfire.
And then the weight of it hit me, heavy and suffocating.
With him.
Not against.
With.
The word dug into my chest like a blade.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think past the buzzing in my head. My body trembled, not from fear, not from weakness—but from rage.
Another trial. Another spectacle. Another moment where the pack would watch, their hungry eyes on me, waiting for me to fail.
And this time, he meant to tether me to
