Hailey
The chains dug into my wrists like hungry teeth, but I barely felt them anymore. My heart beat slower now, calmer—not because I had given up, but because something was changing inside me. A shift. Like a storm gathering beneath still water.
Silver's voice echoed softly in my head.
"You were never just a Luna, Hailey. You were always something more."
Her words cracked through the fear like lightning.
I closed my eyes. In the silence of the dungeon, I reached inward. Past the pain. Past the betrayal. Past the hollow ache of Asher's absence.
And there it was.
A flicker.
A tiny ember buried beneath layers of hurt and fear and wolfsbane.
My power.
I had forgotten how it felt. Not the brute strength of my wolf, but something more ancient. Wilder. It shimmered like moonlight behind my ribs. I focused on it, breathing through the throbbing pain, and for a moment, I could see it—silver and sharp, like the edge of a blade.
