Chapter 368\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment Kael grabbed my arm, yelling at me to stop, something inside me snapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All the anger, the betrayal, the years of silent suffering-everything exploded at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t think. I didn\u2019t hesitate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I hurled the ashtray with all the rage I\u2019d bottled inside for years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It struck Kael square in the forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A dull crack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A splash of blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He staggered backward, clutching his face, blood streaming down between his fingers. The look in his eyes wasn\u2019t just shock-it was fear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Good. He should be afraid.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I wasn\u2019t done. Not even close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned my gaze to Scarlett.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was cowering on the floor, blood already matting her golden hair, smearing across her jaw where I\u2019d landed the first blows.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But the sight didn\u2019t satisfy me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It infuriated me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was still breathing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I lunged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Slammed into her. My fists rained down like a storm unleashed-left, right, left-each strike more vicious than the last. I didn\u2019t care about the blood, the sound of bone beneath skin, the gasps from the others.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shrieked, tried to curl into a ball, but I grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the marble floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you can ruin me and get away with it?\u201d I snarled, not even sure if it was my voice or Nyra\u2019s anymore. \u201cYou drugged me. You framed me. You took everything.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley, stop! You\u2019ll kill her!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That was Luna Zara\u2019s voice. Distant. Powerless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t stop. I couldn\u2019t.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t Riley anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nyra had risen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tue,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 368\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt her come to the surface like a tidal wave, crashing rough my bones.\u00a0<\/p>\n
*.35%\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
My body stretched unnaturally, bones cracking, fur eruting across my skin, my fingers lengthening into claws. Pain lanced through me, but I welcomed it. It felt right.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It felt like freedom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Gasps exploded all around the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s-oh Goddess-she\u2019s shifting!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one told me she was a-wait, is that-?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s a white wolf!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could hear them. I wanted them to hear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because I wasn\u2019t just any wolf.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was the forbidden kind. The kind whispered about in old scrolls and elders\u2019 fireside tales. The white-furred\u00a0<\/p>\n
omen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Pure-blooded. Cursed. Untamed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now they had awakened me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned to them, letting my words echo through the mind-link:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDark magic potions don\u2019t turn anyone into a white woll\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nyra howled-a sound that split the air and made the very walls tremble. Cracks spiderwebbed across the glass chandelier above us. The lights flickered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even Alpha Alaric-stone-faced and always composed-took an unconscious step back. Luna Zara\u2019s lips parted in disbelief. Warriors around the hall stiffened, their hands halfway to their weapons but unable to move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned on Scarlett.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She whimpered beneath me, trembling like prey sensing death. Her golden wolf should have burst through her skin by now-any true-blooded she-wolf would\u2019ve transformed in the face of danger. But Scarlett just lay\u00a0<\/p>\n
there.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still human.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Pitiful. Weak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And that was when I realized it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cShe can\u2019t shift,\u201d Nyra sneered through me. \u201cShe never could.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett shook her head, sobbing. \u201cNo-no, I-I can-just not now, not here-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lies.\u00a0<\/p>\n
214\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 368\u00a0<\/p>\n
5\u00a0<\/p>\n
35%\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
All lies.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe her wolf was stunted. Maybe her bloodline was pure. Maybe she\u2019d sold her soul for magic that suppressed her true form.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she was no warrior. She wasn\u2019t even a wolf. Just a spiled little girl who thought power was inherited like jewelry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I raised my claws, curved and glowing faintly in the chandelier light.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One final strike. A kill blow. Justice for the years she stole from me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t do this!\u201d someone screamed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I was already lunging.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then-pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
White-hot.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something pierced my side with a sickening thunk. A sharp sting spread like wildfire through my bloodstream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stumbled, my vision blurring.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My head snapped toward the source. Luna Zara. Standing there, arm extended, a silver injector in hand. Her fingers trembled, her lips moving silently in some prayer or curse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The suppressant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt it immediately.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Like ice flooding my veins. Like Nyra being ripped from my body. She snarled, thrashing inside me, refusing to go down without a fight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But even she couldn\u2019t resist the venom laced in silver.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My transformation reversed. My bones cracked again-this time in agony. Fur receded. Strength fled. My body collapsed. Naked. Vulnerable. Trembling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The floor beneath me was slick with blood-hers, mine, maybe both.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett crawled away, barely able to move, leaving a trail behind her like a wounded animal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one reached for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Not Alaric. Not Kael. Not Zara.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They stared at me like I was some abomination.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Only Mia ran forward, clutching a blanket, tears streaking her face. She knelt beside me, her small hands shaking as she covered my bare body.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley\u2026\u201d she whispered, but I couldn\u2019t answer. I was shaking too hard. Cold. Empty. Weak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 368\u00a0<\/p>\n
But even in that darkness, one truth burned brighter than the pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They had seen her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They had all seen Nyra.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They saw what we could do when pushed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They wanted to treat me like a monster?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Next time, I wouldn\u2019t stop.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Next time, not even a Luna\u2019s syringe would save them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Send Gifts\u00a0<\/p>\n
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