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Evie’s pov
Run.
I don’t ask him why he was choosing to spare me even though he got an order to kill me Linstead turn and force my body to move.
I don’t look back as I keep going, dragging my body away from them. And then suddenly a searing pain pushes on my chest.
I cry out and fall on my knees, one hand clutching the dirt while the other clutch my chest. God what is this?
What is this pain?
The pain shoots from my heart and leaks into my entire body, especially the spot between my neck and shoulder And that’s when I realize what was happening.
Ryan.
Ryan was marking Kimberly.
And even though I was not a wolf, the bond was still there and I could feel it. Searing through me. Even though it was thin and fragile, it was alive. Enough to burn.
A sob rips from my throat as my body trembles. My fingers claw at my chest as if it was possible to claw the agony out. As if I could somehow press hard enough to stop this pain.
I qurl inward, tears dripping onto the forest ground as I choked out. “Please,
Who was I even begging for? Surely not Ryan since he wanted me dead.
I bit into my bottom lip until the tang of blood burst on my tongue. “He chose her,” I whisper brokenly. The words taste nasty in my mouth.
My heart squeezed painfully. He did in my presence so why am I surprised he’s fully claiming her?
I cried, digging my nails into the dirt as I mourn the loss of my best friend and my mate. But suddenly something shifts in my being.
A low heat that stirs in my stomach. It felt unfamiliar yet terrifying. It coils tight, growing hotter by the second until it feels like molten lava is pooling beneath my skin.
I gasp sharply, my spine arching as the sudden sensation rips through me.
“A-ah,” I sob, my throat aching. Pain kicks through every part of my body. What’s happening to me? Is this all because he’s marking Kimberly?
No it cannot be. This feels different. This feels foreign.
My body suddenly begins to tremble uncontrollably as my senses sharpen all at once, too much, too fast.
I can hear everything.
From the forest breathing to the distant heartbeat of warrior wolves far behind me. They were far yet I can hear their paws hitting the earth, their snarls. Even Javon I can hear speaking to them.
Tiran smell the wild towers feinu afar, Imar die little fuzes com Hlje Tegyes
nghe will be dead anyway by dawn. Alpha Gavin duesn’t take lightly in having nuwanted visitors millus (rvelnový, Javon snorted and I heard him, I shouldn’t be biårtug him.
Nut Lean’t even focus on his words because the next moment something—rracd. The loud and my ligne. The pain between my shoulders explodes as I arch off the ground, iny head tilting to the sky,
Iscreaft
Bones sluft with loud pops as heat scorches through my limbs. I tried to cry but only screams of pato elpi frond zooy threat as my muscles burn. It was as if they are being torn apart and reforged.
“Oh goddess make it stop,” I screamed as my fingertips begin to burn. My head drop to stare at my finger and J hiss in agony as I watch my nails lengthen painfully, ripping through skin as claws burst free.
“Am I transforming?” I question to no one but myself as terror claw its way up my throat. I thought I had no wolf…how was this even possible? No one has ever transitioned to their beast on their eighteenth. “How?” choked out as 1 watch the claws extend even more.
A voice suddenly rises inside me, strong, powerful…….female.
“We are finally free.’
My breath catches.
‘From now on you have me,’ the voice growls. I have been suppressed because you were not ready for that kind of power,’
Fur spills across my arms, thick and white. I gasp. White…….The rarest of colors. My heart races. A white wolf is known to be one of the strongest of wolves. Their power can match that of an alphas.
They are idolized but are also prone to have enemies. Alpha enemies.
My spine curves as my body changes as agony and power clashes together in a violent tide. I let out a scream until my voice breaks, until the sound turns savage and unrecognizable.
The bond between Ryan and me shatters completely then, burning away like a severed thread. I could no longer feel him and though the thought hurt me, I was also relieved that I wouldn’t be able to feel him mark Kimberly again.
The pain vanishes.
Silence crashes down.
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