The heavy deadbolt on my asylum door echoed with a metallic *clack* that cut through the sterile silence of the afternoon.

I didn't flinch. I sat perfectly still in the standard-issue wheelchair Dr. Aris had provided, my hands folded neatly in my lap. Beneath my calm exterior, the newly awakened s

The journey back to the high-security wing of the pack infirmary was a blur of frantic motion. The orderly sprinted down the dimly lit corridors, his breathing ragged, clearly terrified by the unhinged display of Alpha command he had just witnessed.

When my wheelchair finally crossed the threshold

The assassin glared up at me, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath beneath the crushing weight of Kaelen Thorne’s boot. Blood trickled from his nose, pooling in the grooves of the linoleum floor, but the defiance in his eyes was unmistakable. He was a professional, likely a rogue mercenary p