The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 12

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**Shadows Hearts by Joseph King**
**Chapter 12: Not Her**

**Thora’s POV:**

The moment the sound reached my ears, I instinctively withdrew the flickering flame dancing at my fingertip.

At the far end of the hallway, a shadowy figure barreled towards me, urgency etched into every line of his face. It was Felix Green—my younger brother, the one person in this house who still had the courage to stand against the tide of our family’s expectations.

He skidded to a halt in front of me, panting as if he had just sprinted a marathon. His gaze darted to Hazel, sprawled on the floor, then snapped back to me, a mixture of concern and fear flickering in his eyes. His brows knitted together, barely, as if the icy aura I exuded had sent a shiver down his spine.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice steadier than before, yet laced with an unmistakable tension.

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to downplay the situation. “As you can see.”

“Are you crazy?” His voice rose, a mixture of disbelief and anger.

Before I could respond, he seized my arm, yanking me away from Hazel with a force that caught me off guard. He pulled me a few steps back, then shoved me away, his frustration palpable.

“How dare you touch Hazel? She’s a pureblood! If you’ve really hurt her, not even Grandpa could shield you when the Council comes after us. Stop being reckless, Thora, and don’t drag me down with you!”

With that, he stormed off to his room, the sound of his heavy footsteps reverberating down the hallway. The door slammed behind him with a force that rattled the very walls, leaving a silence that felt oppressive.

I glanced back at Hazel. She remained on the floor, her complexion pale, eyes wide with shock. Clearly, the lethal intent I had unwittingly unleashed had petrified her.

That was fine by me. At least she wouldn’t be a nuisance for a while. Her life could wait.

Returning to my room, I dove into my recovery exercises, my mind swirling with memories of Felix.

He must have just returned from night training, which explained his sudden appearance.

Felix was the only one in our family who didn’t harbor disdain for me. We shared the same mother and bloodline, yet our paths had diverged sharply.

In our childhood, Thora and Felix had been inseparable. But as years passed, a chasm formed between us. The reason was painfully simple—power.

I still hadn’t awakened my wolf spirit. At Astralis College, I languished at the bottom of every ranking, a mere shadow of a student, the subject of ridicule among my peers.

In stark contrast, Felix had awakened his wolf spirit at the tender age of thirteen. While his talent wasn’t the most exceptional among purebloods, his relentless determination pushed him to excel. With rigorous training, he had climbed to the upper echelons of Astralis College’s Combat Class and fitness tests, boasting a commendable A-level combat rating—second only to Hazel within our family.

Hazel had been the catalyst for the rift between us, and as a result, Felix and I had drifted apart.

Once I concluded my workout, breathless and fatigued, I couldn’t shake the feeling of weakness that clung to me.

This body was still too feeble. Using my abilities today had drained me far too quickly.

At this moment, familial ties felt insignificant. My primary goal was to build strength. Without it, I wouldn’t be able to confront the challenges ahead—or provide Amie with a body robust enough for her recovery.