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Chapter 19 - Silence

Layla

They say silence is golden.

They've never heard the kind that crawls into your bones and whispers that you're nothing.

I didn't go back to Kain's.

I didn't go home.

I wandered.

Numb.

Barefoot and half-naked in the woods, dried leaves clinging to my skin, my legs trembling with every step. My body, still reeling from the violent swell of heat, moved on instinct, but my mind... it was gone. Detached. Somewhere between memory and madness.

I saw my brother's smile in the curve of the trees. My sister's laugh in the rustling leaves. And Kain's voice...

"She's just heat and delusions."

I stopped eating.

Stopped crying.

Stopped being.

For two full days, I lived in the forest like an animal, crouched beneath roots, shaking through the last waves of my heat with no comfort, no warmth, no hands to hold me. I clawed the earth like it could offer answers. I howled silently into the wind, and the wind howled back.

On the third morning, I woke up to the sound of boots crunching twigs.

Voices.

Torchlight.

The pack had come.

They circled me like hunters.

"Found her," someone said, as if I were a lost dog. "She looks half-feral."

Felissa stepped forward, her lip curling in triumph. "Of course she does. She's nothing but a curse in human skin."

I didn't speak.

I didn't flinch when the first guard grabbed me by the arm, yanking me to my feet. I didn't fight when they dragged me back to the estate. Through the village. Through the crowd of pack members who stared and whispered like I wasn't even real.

"Disgraceful."

"She threw herself at Kain."

"I heard she tried to seduce the Beta."

"She's cursed."

"She went mad."

Each word was another stone against my ribs.

Still... I said nothing.

When we reached the main house, Luna Catherine stood on the steps with folded arms and a smile that chilled the marrow in my bones.

"Chain her," she said. "We'll deal with her properly before the King arrives."

They took me underground.

Past the kitchens. Past the servants' wing. Down the stone staircase that led to the old war dungeons—the place where traitors were once kept. I'd only ever heard of it in whispers.

No light.

No warmth.

No voice.

They shackled me to the wall with wolfsbane-laced cuffs, raw iron biting into my wrists. The cold floor beneath me was damp and unforgiving. My body gave out before I could beg it not to.

I collapsed.

And for the first time in my life...

I welcomed the darkness.

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