Thornbound

cell. Her mind hadn't rested since the mysterious man's visit. Sleep came in ra

he look at her like he a

ce surfaced: soft, always whispering stories of the Old Blood. Stories that were outlawed now. Myths of wolf-blooded ancestors who once rul

they were just

night sh

through her, cracking her bones open like dry wood, her skin splitting, her breath replaced by

Betrayed by someone close, so

bitterness stirred. She had trusted the wrong

ight. A guard stood there, not the mysterious one from before.

You're be

she asked, alre

or. The other prisoners, those still sane, watched through their bars in silence. Some held the

fear. And m

window stretched across one wall, and behind it stood three figures. Scientists. Observers.

them who caugh

as t

stra

ow, expression unreadable, arms cross

e room with a clipboard. Middle-

preamble. "We've reviewed your

said n

Very rare. Very dangerous." She scribbled something. "You're cla

ngs?" Lio

d, and it made

just a prisoner.

The stranger stepped forward, gesturing for the

door on the far wall opene

y. Her wolf didn't know wh

slowly. "I'm not

ebatable,

smirk. "Name's K

and dark like rolling thunder. This close, she

," she said, more acc

o the Nightclaw pack.

the lost bloodlines. Wiped out twenty

Nightclaw w

wrong," he

n them, a current of rec

you hel

specimen anymore. They want to weaponize your blood, splice it

hey can't. That kind of b

try. And they'll destr

loser, dropp

y out. I can get

d. "Why me

thing flickering in his expression. "Your mother died protecting

the air lea

. "We don't have much time. T

rage, loyalty, and something wild that wante

have to do?

smile w

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