Chapter 44. The Weight of Fear

“How long have they been Rogues?”

The weight of his words settled upon me, weaving through the pain and fear that had already started consuming me. Despite the agony that threatened to devour my very being, I found solace in Zarion's unwavering presence, his strength guiding me through this vicious darkness.

I nodded, “Okay. I understand.”

As the realization of the situation sank in, a newfound determination blossomed within me. I vowed to heal not only my physical wounds but also the wounds inflicted upon our pack by Brandon and Hestia.

Together, we would rise above the chaos they brewed, embracing our strength as a united force and ensuring that justice would be served in a way that honored our values and protected the Madfur Claws Pack.

In that moment, lying on the bed, pain coursed through my veins. Strange pain. And the bed…this wasn’t the bed Elliot laid me on. The high ceiling is impossible for a cabin to have.

I’m in a castle. I looked up