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Chapter 1 — Release

Elara Black's POV:
"Inmate 00061, pack your stuff. Your ride's here," the guard at Nightfall Penitentiary announced abruptly.
I glanced up, staring blankly at him.
Three years. I had forgotten how to feel anything real. No anger, no sorrow. Just the grinding numbness that came from surviving in a place where the only law was kill or be killed.
In a place like this, a pure-blood lineage meant absolutely nothing. If you were a rogue, you were nothing but prey.
"Sign the release, and you're out of here." He shoved a clipboard into my hands, the rough paper scraping against the calluses on my palms.
I wrote out "Elara Black" one letter at a time. My hand didn't shake. After three years of beatings and isolation, I had mastered the art of hiding the tremors.
"You're looking at a three-month probation strictly," the guard warned. "Your guardian will be monitoring you. If you so much as attempt to shift or phase, or hurt anyone, you'll be sent right back. Understood?"
Understood?
I scoffed inwardly. As if I could summon my wolf even if I wanted to.
My wolf, Alice, had been sealed away by my dear father three years ago...
I knew better than anyone how ruthless the Black Pack truly was. I was their shame, their pawn, the mistake they had discarded like trash.
The heavy iron door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Sunlight hit my eyes with such intensity that I had to squint against the glare.
Three years. I had forgotten what the sun felt like. Hot enough to scorch, a stark contrast to the dim, flickering fluorescents of the prison.
I tipped my chin up, letting the warmth seep into my skin. In that moment, the realization hit me: I was alive.
Not free. Not yet.
But I was alive. And that meant I would find a way to break the seal on my wolf.
And him...
I walked toward the main gate. A black luxury SUV was idling by the curb. As I approached, the window rolled down to reveal a jawline carved from granite and eyes as cold as ice.
Ethan Black. My older brother.
My entire body went rigid. Not that I was surprised.
When the guard mentioned a guardian, who else would the Black Pack send to watch their disgraced daughter but the first heir to the Alpha? The same man who had been the first to demand my banishment three years ago.
He was the one who had slammed his hand against my chest and snarled, "You're a stain on our bloodline," before personally dragging me into that hellhole.
"Get in, Elara." His voice was sharp and impatient, as if my very presence was an insult.
I hunched my shoulders instinctively, trying to make myself look smaller.
It was a survival habit from the prison yard. Keep your head down, stay invisible, and you live to see another day.
"Sorry for the delay, Ethan." My voice came out raspy and harsh. That was from the fire in the block two years ago. The other inmates had locked me in the supply closet, and I had nearly choked to death on the smoke. My vocal cords had never fully healed.
That sentence was practically a ritual. I had repeated it a thousand times over three years. Apologize, obey, survive.
Because I needed to get through these three months of probation. I needed to stay out of Nightfall. And Ethan could send me back with a single word.
I couldn't go back.
I had to find a way to free Alice.
Ethan's brow furrowed, and his lips parted as if he wanted to speak. If I were still that naive girl who desperately craved a family, I might have mistaken that expression for concern.
But my quiet, submissive apology shut him down immediately.
He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes scanning the way I pressed myself against the car door, the hollow emptiness in my gaze. This was a side of me he had never seen before.
"Don't apologize," he finally said, his voice stiff. "You're my sister. Of course I came."
"Thanks." I lowered my eyes and replied with polite detachment, as if I were speaking to a stranger.
Of course I came.
That lie hung heavy in the air, thick and suffocating.
For three years, not a single person from the Black Pack had visited me. No letters. No calls. Not even when other inmates tore me apart, not when I bled out in my cell and nearly died. They couldn't even be bothered to send a healing vial.
"Of course I came" was just another cruelty wrapped in kindness.
Then, the memories came flooding back. The year I turned sixteen, when I was dragged back to the Black Pack.
There had been some hospital mix-up at birth. I had grown up in the low-ranking Cullen Pack for sixteen years, while the Cullen's omega daughter, Lila, had been raised in the Black Pack as their precious jewel.
Back then, I thought I had finally found my family, a place where I belonged. I thought they would love me, accept me, and value the pure Black blood running through my veins.
Looking back now, I couldn't believe how stupid I had been.
Lila was their treasure. Even though her lineage was weak, she possessed that rare empath gift. She could "feel the pack's pain". The high priestess claimed she was a gift from the Moon Goddess, sent to save them all.
So the entire Black Pack doted on her, spoiled her, and treated her like the most valuable heir in history.
And me? The high priestess declared I would bring destruction to the pack. Everyone loathed me for it.
Adding to that, I was quiet, kept to myself, and spent all my time mixing elixirs. There was no changing their minds.
So even when I brewed my first strength serum at seventeen—potent enough to amplify a wolf's power for hours—it didn't matter.
When I ran to show Alpha Richard, bursting with excitement, he just snapped at me, "Stop showing off. You're going to make Lila feel insecure."
Never mind that Lila couldn't brew a simple calming drink without scorching the bottom of the pot.
When I took first place at the regional young alchemist competition, my mother said, "You made Lila cry. How could you be so insensitive?"
I tried so hard to be a good sister. A good daughter.
I hid my vials. I downplayed my talent. I let Lila take credit for my creations.
I thought if I was quiet enough, soft enough, obedient enough, they would finally notice me. They would change their minds.
But they never did.
Never.
Three years ago, Lila lost control during a shift and killed an omega from a neighboring pack.
She collapsed to her knees, sobbing that the Alpha would banish her, that she was too weak to survive at Nightfall Penitentiary.
Ethan came to me, speaking with a gentleness I had never seen from him. He told me about my grandma, Mara. The only person who had ever truly loved me. She was cursed with a bloodborne illness, and the Black Pack held the only antidote that could save her.
"Help Lila with this," he urged. "Take the blame. The Alpha will go easy on you. A few months, tops. I promise Mara will get the antidote. I promise you'll be safe. Elara, you're my sister. I won't let anything happen to you."
I believed him.
I stood before the pack council and confessed to the murder. I let them scream at me, let them exile me to Nightfall Penitentiary.
I waited for the antidote to save Mara. I waited for Ethan to come and get me. I waited for my family to prove that they actually loved me.
I waited three years.

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Chapter 2 — Homecoming

Elara's POV:
What I ended up with was a freezing cell, beatings that never seemed to stop, a fire that nearly burned me alive, and one brutal truth—the Black Pack never wanted me around.
Not then, not ever.
It was dead quiet in the car.
Ethan, seated beside me, finally spoke up. His voice was careful, too careful, and underneath that forced gentleness was that same old condescension I knew too well. "Dad's handling pack business. Everyone else is waiting back at the house. They're... glad you're home."
Glad I was home?
A faint, bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
If this had happened before—back when I still believed their lies—those words would've made my heart race. I would've rushed into their arms, tears and all, begging for a scrap of attention, a shred of acceptance.
Back then, I didn't know about the silver wolf spirit inside me. A pureblood silver wolf, the first one the Black Pack had seen in a century. I should've been their pride. Instead, it became my curse.
Three years ago, when Lila messed up, the whole family forced me to take the blame—just to protect their precious "Redeemer".
That was when my father stepped in. He didn't just swear an oath to the Moon Goddess and exile me from the pack. As some twisted form of "penance", he sealed the silver wolf spirit that had just awakened within me.
Without my wolf to protect me, I was defenseless. They threw me into that hellhole, and for three years, I was torn apart.
The only reason I was back now was to find a way to break that seal within the next three months. I wanted what was mine. And I wanted every one of them to pay for what they'd done.
But now, Ethan's empty words just felt like another block of ice dropped onto my already numb heart. All that was left was a cold that cut deep and a silence that smothered everything.
Home?
The Black Pack was never my home.
It was Lila's.
I didn't reply. I just turned and stared out the window.
Inside me, the sealed silver wolf was unnervingly still. No warmth, no sense of connection. Only a raw, instinctual wariness.
The SUV rolled slowly through the estate gates.
When I pushed the door open and stepped out, several pairs of eyes landed on me at once.
Some were judging, some detached, some just impatient. But not one of them held the warmth you'd expect for someone who'd been gone for years.
The living room lights were bright, almost glaring. My mother, Vivian, sat gracefully on the main sofa, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. She looked at me like I was something that had wandered into the wrong place.
"You're back," she said, her tone flat, as if commenting on the weather.
Lila was curled up beside her, clinging to her arm, all sweet smiles and harmless charm. But the glance she shot my way held a flicker of smugness—a quiet challenge.
She was wrapped in some fancy dress, draped in affection—the kind I'd never once received.
"Elara, you're finally home. We were all so worried about you." Her soft voice rang hollow in my ears.
If it weren't for her, my wolf wouldn't have been sealed. I wouldn't have been thrown into that hellhole. I wouldn't be standing here now, barely holding myself together.
My mother patted Lila's hand gently, her voice softening instantly, filled with a warmth I'd never heard directed at me. "Don't just stand there talking, sweetheart. You must be tired. Why don't you go up to your room and rest for a while?"
She didn't ask if I was tired. She didn't ask how I'd survived the last three years. She didn't ask about the scars I carried. In her eyes, I wasn't worth a single strand of Lila's hair.
My second brother, Felix, stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed in clear annoyance. "Took you long enough to come back. Making Ethan drive out to get you himself. What a pain."
His eyes swept over my worn-out clothes, and he didn't bother hiding his disgust.
Lila jumped in right away, playing the peacemaker with that sickly-sweet tone of hers. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. Elara just got home. She's probably overwhelmed..."
The sweeter she acted, the more I felt like an outsider—like I didn't belong here at all.
I curled my fingers, digging my nails into my palms. Deep inside, the sealed silver wolf stirred faintly, as if sensing my restraint, but the binding forced it down again almost immediately.
Then, a low voice cut through the room, heavy enough to slice through the fake calm.
"Elara," he said, pausing slightly. "Your hands... What happened to them?"
The living room went still, even quieter than before.

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Chapter 3 — Scars and Plans

Elara's POV:
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Lila's movement—she was subtly tugging at Vivian's sleeve, trying to get our mother's attention. For just a split second before she composed herself, I could've sworn I saw a flicker of panic in her eyes.
I lowered my gaze to my own wrist. The scar there had long since healed and faded, but it would always be a reminder—proof of the humiliation I'd endured for three long years.
My fingers lightly traced the faint line. Deep inside, my wolf spirit stirred again, restless and angry on my behalf, but the cold, unyielding seal kept it tightly bound.
When I finally looked up, my face was a mask of indifference. "Just an old injury," I said, as if it were nothing.
Five words, empty of weight, like I was talking about someone else's life. I made sure not to explain how it happened. Even if I told them the truth, they wouldn't believe me. They'd think I was just fishing for sympathy, or worse—turn it around and blame me for being ungrateful.
Ethan cleared his throat, clearly eager to change the subject. His tone softened as he steered the conversation away. "You're still on probation, but the pack already pulled some strings to reinstate your enrollment at Lynn University. Go take care of the paperwork tomorrow, and you can start classes again."
I was caught off guard, though I didn't let it show. Still, something shifted behind my eyes.
Ever since coming back, I'd been trying to figure out how to get back into Lynn University. Their Department of Biology and Alchemical Sciences had archived texts on wolf spirit research, plus specialized equipment for testing bloodline energy. It was my best shot at finding a way to break the seal on my silver wolf.
I'd expected to have to fight for it—to plead or persuade—but they'd already taken care of it. Saved me a whole lot of trouble.
First, get enrolled. Then, find a way to switch majors.
What I really needed was to get into Biology and Alchemical Sciences. Back then, my family had pushed me into Literature—all because of Lila.
They didn't want Lila to "struggle" alone at the bottom of Lynn University's literature program. Never bothered to ask me. Just made the decision for me.
And back then, I was so desperate to belong, to make them accept me, that I went along with it in silence. I even took on a double major in secret, just to have something that actually mattered to me.
That was how I ended up meeting the mysterious alchemist who went by "Fog" in an online forum—I was using the screen name "Clan" at the time.
He was the one I'd been searching for...
But before we could meet in person, I was sent away to Nightfall Penitentiary.
I wasn't going to play the fool anymore.
The sooner I got into Biology and Alchemical Sciences, the sooner I could use their lab equipment and dig through their archived research. I needed to pick up where I'd left off.
This wasn't just unfinished business—it was my only real chance to take back what was always meant to be mine.
"Thanks," I said, keeping my eyes down and my voice flat, careful not to let anything else slip.
Then Lila spoke up, her voice brimming with perfectly measured excitement. "Oh, that's wonderful, Elara! I actually just got accepted into the graduate program for Biology and Alchemical Sciences. We'll be on campus together again! And Felix is staying on as a lecturer—he's going to be teaching in the Bio-Alchemy department."
My hand clenched at my side. Inside, my silver wolf stirred harder this time, pushing against the seal.
So that was it.
For a moment, I'd almost let myself believe—maybe, just maybe—they'd done this for me.
But no. It was because of Lila.
Because she was starting grad school. Because Felix was staying on as faculty. I was just an afterthought. A convenient extra to make Lila's life more comfortable.
My father, Richard, gave a firm nod, his voice taking on that familiar commanding edge. "Good. That works out nicely. Keep an eye on Lila while you're at school. She's delicate, and her wolf spirit isn't strong. Make sure no one gives her a hard time."
Same old story.
No matter what, it always came back to Lila.
Even though I was the one with a sealed wolf spirit, the one who'd spent three years being torn down, they still expected me to look after the sister who'd ruined my life—without question, without hesitation.
I lifted my head, my expression carefully blank. "I'll take care of the enrollment paperwork first," I replied, my tone even.
As for watching out for Lila? The first thing I planned to do once I broke this seal was settle things with her—for good.

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