The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Footsteps shuffled closer, the sound echoing slightly in the enclosed space

My pulse skyrocketed. My hands trembled where they were tied, and my bath caught in my throat. The presence loomed over me, heavy and menacing, and every instinct screamed that I was in serious danger.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling, barely more than a breath. “This a mistake. I shouldn’t be here-”

The footsteps paused, and a low, harsh chuckle rumbled through the darkness. I flinched, heart hammering against my ribs. The voice, still Russian, was guttural and sharp, a warning hidden in the sound itself. I had no idea what it was saying, but I understood perfectly well that it

was not friendly.

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my ragged breathing, but the knots of for in my stomach refused to loosen. My hands were bound, my body

pressed awkwardly against the cold seat, and I realized with a sinking pan that struggling wouldn’t do anything. Not here. Not now.

“Please,” I whispered again, my voice quivering more this time. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

The footsteps crept closer. Each soft thud against the floor echoed like a dum in my chest. I tried to lift my head, to see anything, but all I

could make out was shifting darkness. The figure loomed over me, silent but menacing, and every instinct in me screamed to run-but I

couldn’t

The chuckle came again, low, menacing, almost enjoying my fear. And then the voice barked again in Russian, faster this time, full of authority

and anger. I had no clue what it said, but the intention was clear: obedience, or punishment.

I pressed my lips together, heart hammering. My mind raced, searching desperately for a way out, a solution, anything that would make this

stop. But the darkness, the bindings, the cold weight of helplessness-it all pressed down on me.

My breath came out shaky, uneven, the sound embarrassingly loud in my own ears.

I hated that he could probably hear it. Hated that he could sense how scared I was.

“I” I started, my voice breaking before the word could even form. I swallowed hard and tried again, forcing the panic down just enough to

speak. “I didn’t do anything. You have the wrong person.”

The air shifted.

I felt it before I heard it-the subtle change, like someone leaning closer. The space around me seemed to shrink, the darkness pressing in until it felt thick enough to choke on. My shoulders drew in instinctively, muscles screaming at me to protect myself even though there was nowhere

to go.

Another sentence in Russian snapped through the air, sharper this time. Coser.

I shook my head even though he couldn’t see it. “I don’t understand,” I said quickly, words tumbling over each other. “Please-just let me go.

Please.”

The next sound wasn’t words.

It was movement-fast, decisive.

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Something grabbed my chin, fingers digging in hard enough to make me gasp. My head was forced back against the seat, pain flaring where my skull hit the hard surface. I cried out, the sound ripping from my throat before I could stop it.

“Stop- I gasped.

The grip tightened.

Then pain exploded.

It was sudden and blinding-a sharp, brutal impact that sent a white-hot

sh through my head. My ears rang violently, the sound drowning

out everything else. The world tilted, spun, the darkness somehow growing deeper, heavier.

I couldn’t tell if I’d been hit or if my head had snapped back again. All I knew was that my thoughts scattered instantly, slipping through my

fingers like smoke.

“No-please-” I tried to say, but it came out slurred, weak, wrong.

My body sagged against the restraints, strength draining from my limbs all at once. The seat felt impossibly cold now. Distant. My heartbeat

thundered wildly for a few seconds, then started to fade into something slower, uneven.

I felt another shove-rough, careless-before the pressure disappeared entirely.

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