The Scar and the Secret
Sophia sat in the corner of the cold room, her knees drawn to her chest. The full moon was gone now, but the memories of the transformation still haunted her. Every part of her body ached. Her skin was bruised. Her mind, broken. She hated this place. She hated Marcus.
But what she hated more… was the bond.
The mate bond.
She had tried to ignore it. Deny it. But no matter how much she screamed or cried or fought—it was still there. Every time Marcus came near, her heart beat faster. Her wolf stirred.
It was torture.
Sophia closed her eyes and tried to focus on the scar on her wrist. The one she gave herself. The only mark on her body that belonged to her. It reminded her that she still had control—at least, a little.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Sophia st
