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Chapter 1 — Accused
Kira’s POV
“Happy birthday, my dear Kira,” my mother's cheerful voice pierced through my sleep, jolting me awake. Blinking my eyes open, I found her seated beside me on the bed, her warm smile lighting up her face. Her sea-blue eyes—the same ones I inherited—sparkled with excitement.
“Happy fourteenth birthday, my darling,” she said, her smile widening. I returned her smile as I sat up in bed, rubbing my face.
“Good morning, Mother,” I greeted, my voice groggy from sleep.
“Good morning, my darling. Are you excited to get your wolf?” she asked. Her question made my stomach tighten with nervousness, something she noticed immediately.
“You don't have to be scared,” she reassured me gently. “If your wolf doesn't come today, you'll still have another chance on your eighteenth birthday, when you might also find your mate.” Her comforting words eased my nerves, and I nodded.
“Now, dress up and come downstairs. Your father and I will be waiting for you.”
“Alright, Mother,” I said, nodding as she kissed my cheeks before leaving my room.
Once she was gone, I stood in front of the mirror, smiling at my reflection. Today was my fourteenth birthday. If I were lucky, I’d finally meet my wolf. I was both excited and anxious. The fourteenth birthday is one of the most important milestones in the werewolf clan. It’s the day we shift for the first time, meet our wolf, and begin communicating with them. I had been dreaming about this moment for weeks and couldn’t wait to experience it.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped away from the mirror and bathed. Afterwards, I slipped into the new dress my mother had bought for me.
As I dressed, a strange unease settled over me. It was as if the air carried a warning, but I shook it off, telling myself it was just nerves about meeting my wolf.
After styling my hair into a neat bun, I headed downstairs.
I found my parents seated at the table in the dining room, waiting for me. They both smiled as I entered.
“Happy birthday, Kira!” they chorused in unison.
“Thank you, Mom and Dad,” I said, leaning down to kiss my father’s cheek and then my mother’s.
“Are you excited?” my mother asked, her tone warm. I nodded with a shy smile.
I was about to sit when suddenly the door burst open. Four warriors from the pack house stormed in, their sudden presence freezing us all in place. Confused, I furrowed my brow, but before I could ask what was going on, two of the warriors seized my father while the other two grabbed my mother.
My father growled fiercely, his eyes flashing dangerously as he came close to shifting into his wolf. “What is the meaning of this? Are you insane?” he roared, his voice shaking with barely contained anger.
Simeon, the head of the pack warriors, stepped forward. “Beta Morris, Alpha Phillip demands your presence.”
My confusion deepened. Something didn’t feel right.
“I demand to know what this is about!” my father roared, his voice carrying the authority of a Beta despite the chains around his wrists.
My mother, who seemed confused and worried, spoke. “What is going on? Why are you grabbing us like criminals?” she asked, but the warriors didn’t respond. Instead, they began to drag my parents along with them.
Something was very wrong, and the uneasy feeling in my gut only grew stronger.
I followed the warriors out as they dragged my parents away. Luckily, the pack house wasn’t far from our home; it was just a few blocks away. Worried, I walked behind my parents as they were being dragged. I noticed the confused looks of the pack members we passed by on the way. Like me, they seemed confused, seeing their Beta and his mate treated like criminals.
Suddenly, the pack bell rang, and my breath hitched. Whenever the bell rings, it signals an emergency, requiring all pack members to gather in the hall immediately.
With a racing heart, I met eyes with my mother, and she stared at me with panic in her eyes. Just like me, she felt something was wrong.
“Kira, run,” she whispered urgently. “Something isn’t right.”
My heart raced. Run? From what? I couldn’t leave them. Not now. Not ever.
I shook my head in refusal. “I’m not leaving you,” I said, my voice trembling with fear.
As we neared the pack house, the air felt heavier, suffocating. My legs trembled, and a voice in my head screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t leave my parents.
By the time we reached the pack hall, the atmosphere was suffocating. The moment we entered, everything seemed to slow down. The room was packed with wolves, their faces etched with fear and grief. Whispers and muffled cries filled the room, but my attention was immediately drawn to the center of the room.
There, on a stretcher, lay Luna Vivienne. Her body was still, unnaturally pale, her round belly heavy with the child she had been carrying. Blood stained the soft fabric of her dress. My chest tightened as I took in the horrific sight, my breath hitching painfully. She wasn’t just the Luna—she was family to all of us, a kind, loving woman who made everyone feel seen and cared for.
Standing beside her was Alpha Phillip, our Alpha. His face was carved from stone, his jaw tight, and his eyes blazing with barely contained anger. I’d never seen him like this.
My parents were shoved forward, and I followed. The crowd parted as the warriors dragged my father and mother toward the front of the hall. I followed a few steps behind, my feet moving on instinct, my mind struggling to piece everything together.
Then I saw them.
Two men knelt on the ground, their wrists bound in heavy iron chains. Their faces were bloodied, their clothes torn. Bruises and cuts on their skin.
“What’s happening?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“Kira, don’t look,” my mother said quickly, her voice strained, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Alpha Phillip raised a hand, and the murmurs in the hall fell silent.
The room remained silent, every breath held as Alpha Phillip stepped forward. His eyes burned with anger and pain as he surveyed his pack.
Alpha Phillip’s loud, commanding voice echoed through the hall. “Last night, my Luna and I were taking a stroll near the pack's border when an arrow came out of nowhere and struck her,” he announced, and cries filled the hall once more. But he held up his hand, silencing them.
“The warriors pursued the attacker while I rushed my Luna back here for treatment, but… she didn’t make it. The arrow was poisoned."
Some wolves clutched each other, tears streaming down their faces, while others stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Alpha Phillip drew a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling as he fought to maintain his composure. I could see the raw pain etched on his face, but he refused to let it consume him. An Alpha does not show vulnerability, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
“The guards captured these men,” Alpha Phillip continued, pointing to the two chained figures kneeling on the floor. “After threatening them with death, they revealed the truth. They told us…” His voice trailed off, a dangerous pause hanging in the air as his furious gaze landed on my father.
“They confessed that my Beta orchestrated the plan. He hired these assassins to kill me and my Luna. Beta Morris and his mate are traitors, spies for our rival pack!”
Gasps rippled through the crowd, followed by whispers of disbelief and shock. My heart clenched, my mind racing to process his words. My parents, traitors? It couldn’t be true.
“No!” My father’s voice thundered through the hall, cutting through the noise. His wolf growl was barely restrained as he fought against the warriors holding him. “This is a lie! I have been loyal to you, Alpha Phillip, from the day I took my first breath. I would never harm you or the Luna !”
My mother stepped forward, her blue eyes blazing with anger and desperation. “Alpha, we’ve served you faithfully for years! Whatever those men have told you is false. We would never betray you or this pack.”
Alpha Phillip’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it, Beta Morris? Then how do you explain this?”
With a sharp nod, one of the warriors stepped forward, holding a bloodstained scroll. The warrior handed it to Alpha Phillip, who unfurled it for the entire pack to see.
“This,” Alpha Phillip began, his voice laced with anger, “is a contract between my Beta and the assassin. It clearly states the terms of payment for the death of my Luna and me. Signed and sealed by Morris Grayson.”
The crowd erupted into cries of shock and anger. My father’s face twisted with disbelief.
“That’s not mine!” he roared, his voice hoarse with anger. “You know me, Phillip! You know my handwriting—compare it! This is a setup!”
Alpha Phillip raised a hand to silence the crowd once more. His eyes were sharp and furious as he stared at my father. “Do you think I haven’t already done that, Morris? The handwriting matches. The seal is yours. And we found this…”
He motioned to another warrior, who stepped forward with a diamond pendant. Its hilt was engraved with intricate designs I recognized all too well. It was my mother’s, a family heirloom passed down through generations.
“This pendant,” Alpha Phillip continued, “was found in the assassin’s possession. They claimed it was an advance payment from you.”
My mother’s face paled as her hands trembled. “That necklace… it was stolen weeks ago! We reported it to the pack warriors. You must remember!”
Alpha Phillip’s expression softened briefly, but his demeanor quickly hardened again. “Convenient excuse,” he spat. “You’ll say anything to save yourselves now.”
Tears pricked my eyes as I stepped forward. My voice shook, but I forced it steady. “Alpha Phillip, please. My parents wouldn’t do this. They love this pack. They love you and Luna Vivienne. Please believe them.”
His gaze softened slightly as he looked at me, but his grief and anger quickly overshadowed it. “Kira,” he said softly, “I understand this is difficult for you. But the evidence is undeniable. Your parents betrayed us.”
“No, they didn’t!” I shouted, my desperation bubbling over. “Someone’s framing them! You have to see that!”
“Enough!” Alpha Phillip’s voice cracked like a whip, silencing the room again. “I have given my judgment. Beta Morris and his mate will pay for their treason with their lives.”
The warriors began dragging my parents toward the center of the hall, where the executioner waited, axe gleaming in his hands.
“No!” I screamed, rushing forward, but a guard stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “Please, don’t do this! They’re innocent!” I cried out.
My father’s voice boomed over the commotion. “Kira, listen to me!” His eyes locked on mine, filled with love and desperation. “No matter what happens, remember who you are. You’re strong. You’re brave. And you’ll find the truth and prove us innocent.”
My mother’s tear-streaked face turned to me as well. “We love you, Kira. Never forget that.”
“Execute them. Their heads will be buried along with my Luna,” Alpha Phillip ordered, his voice cold and commanding.
My father growled. “We deserve a trial! This is unjust!” he yelled, but his words fell on deaf ears.
The warriors continued dragging my parents toward the executioner’s block. My legs felt like they were glued to the ground, my voice caught in my throat as I watched the people I loved most in the world being led to their deaths.
This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
My mother’s desperate shout broke through the chaos, sharp and filled with anguish. “Kira! Don’t look! Turn away, my love!”
Her voice cracked, but it wasn’t enough to break my paralysis. My feet were frozen, and my breath was shallow as if my lungs were being squeezed. Tears streamed down my face as I darted my gaze around, looking for some way to stop this—some way to wake up from this nightmare.
The crowd seemed blurred, their faces blending into a sea of grief and rage. But then my eyes locked onto them—the triplets. Alpha Phillip’s sons.
They stood on the opposite side of the room, their faces pale and their red-rimmed eyes swimming with unshed tears. They were mourning their mother, their gazes dark and heavy with grief. But when their eyes met mine, something shifted.
Instantly, their sorrow turned into something scary, something colder. Anger. Hatred. And a promise I could feel in the marrow of my bones.
The unspoken words in their piercing gazes were loud and clear: You will pay for this.
I wanted to scream, to tell them this wasn’t true, that my parents weren’t guilty, but no sound escaped my lips.
A heavy thud brought me back to the painful reality, and I turned my gaze just in time to see my father being forced to his knees. His head was placed on the block, and the executioner raised his axe high into the air.
“No!” I screamed, my voice breaking, but the sound was swallowed by the sobs and gasps of the crowd.
My mother’s voice rang out again, desperate and pleading. “Kira, look away! Don’t watch!”
I tried to obey—I really did. I wrenched my head to the side, but something made me pause. My gaze was drawn back to the triplets. They hadn’t moved, their eyes boring into me with an intensity that made my stomach churn.
And then it happened.
With a sickening sound, the axe came down. My father’s head rolled to the ground, and the crowd gasped.
“No!” I choked out, my knees buckling beneath me. My vision swam as the executioner turned to my mother.
She didn’t resist. She stood tall and proud, her chin high despite the tears streaming down her face. As they forced her to kneel, she turned her head to find me one last time.
“I love you, Kira,” she mouthed.
The axe was raised again.
This time, I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to watch. But the sound of the axe cutting through flesh was unmistakable, and it would haunt me forever.
I felt the world spin, my legs giving out beneath me as darkness rushed in.
The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the triplets, their eyes still locked on me. The hate in their gaze was seared into my soul, promising that this was only the beginning of my nightmare.
Chapter 2 — One Thing In Common
Four Years Later
Kira's POV
“Kira, please don’t look!” My mother’s desperate voice echoed in my head like a haunting memory. It wasn’t real, just a nightmare I couldn’t escape. The loud beeping of the alarm jolted me awake, snapping me back to reality. Groaning, I reached for the wall clock.
5:00 a.m.
"Shit!” I cursed, leaping out of my bed. “Not again!”
I darted into the bathroom, taking the quickest shower I could manage. The cold water did little to calm my frazzled nerves. Putting on my servant’s uniform, I ignored the mirror entirely. There was no time to check my reflection. I grabbed my things and rushed out of my cramped room in the servant quarters, sprinting toward the pack house.
The pack house was already lively with activity, servants bustling in every corner, rushing to meet their endless list of tasks. No one stopped to talk; there was no time for that. My feet carried me straight to the kitchen, where my first task of the day awaited me.
Serving the triplets their morning coffee.
This was the most dreaded task of my life since starting work here as a servant four years ago.
Arriving in the kitchen, I grabbed the tray with the three cups of steaming coffee, carefully preparing it according to the triplets' preferences. No mistakes were tolerated by them. My hands trembled slightly as I balanced the tray.
The triplets—Darius, Damien, and Dane—were notorious for their tempers and cruelty. Working here was a nightmare, but after the tragedy that struck my family four years ago, I had no choice. I was forced into this life, supposedly to pay for my parents’ sins.
The hallway leading to their wing felt longer than usual, each step heavy with fear. Their wing was lavish, designed to showcase the wealth and power of the pack's leadership. Deep red carpets, expensive paintings, and the faint scent of cedar lingered in the air.
I stopped in front of the massive double doors leading to Darius’s room. My heart raced as I lifted my hand to knock, praying he wasn’t in one of his moods.
“Stop knocking and get the hell in!” his irritated voice growled from inside.
Swallowing hard, I pushed the door open, the tray trembling slightly in my hands.
The sight that greeted me turned my stomach. Darius was sprawled on his bed, tangled with a blonde girl, kissing her so deeply it was as if I weren’t even there. They didn’t pause or glance in my direction.
I quickly looked away, my chest tightening. This wasn’t the first time I’d walked in on a scene like this, and I doubted it would be the last.
Moving silently, I placed the cup of coffee on his desk, hoping to escape before he noticed me. But as I turned to leave, his sharp voice stopped me.
“Wait.”
I froze, my heart sinking at his command. The girl’s annoyed groan was followed by Darius shoving her away.
Turning reluctantly, I found him walking toward me in nothing but his underwear, his broad chest on display. My eyes betrayed me, flickering downward briefly and catching sight of his bulge. Heat crept up my neck, and I quickly focused my eyes on the floor.
Darius grabbed the coffee cup from the table, took a sip, and immediately scowled. “You added sugar to this?” he snapped.
Panic surged through me. I’d made the same mistake again, mixing his coffee with Dane’s. Darius hated sugar in his coffee; Dane preferred his coffee sweet, and Damien took both.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, my voice trembling as I tried to fix my mistake. “I’ll bring you another one right away—”
But my words were cut short when he suddenly poured the coffee on me, and I flinched, taking a step back. The hot coffee stained my dress and brought discomfort to my skin.
Darius’s growl, his frustration obvious. “What the hell is wrong with you, Kira? You’ve worked for us for the past four years and still can’t get this right?”
“I—” I started, but the anger in his eyes silenced me.
“Get out!” he barked.
I nodded quickly, grabbing the cup and practically bolting from the room.
Once outside, I leaned against the wall, clutching the tray to my chest as I tried to catch my breath. My hands trembled, and I hated how easily he got to me.
After a moment, I straightened, forcing my emotions back into the box where I kept them. I couldn’t afford to break down.
Damien’s room was next. Unlike his brother, he was a bit more playful, but his mood swings made him just as dangerous.
Steadying my emotions, I knocked on his door.
“Come in,” his cold, commanding voice echoed from inside.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, keeping my gaze low to avoid meeting his piercing sea-blue eyes. Damien was sitting at his desk, shirtless, with his dark hair slightly disheveled. His sharp features and well-built frame made him the kind of man most women would swoon over, but his cold demeanor was enough to freeze anyone in their tracks.
“You’re late,” he said, his voice calm but laced with irritation.
“I apologize, Damien,” I murmured, placing the coffee on his desk.
Before I could step back, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. His grip wasn’t painful but firm enough to make me freeze.
“Look at me, Kira.”
Reluctantly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. His eyes bore into mine before darting to my stained uniform. His brow furrowed, and he didn’t need to ask because he already knew who did this.
“You’re shaking,” he observed, his tone softening slightly. “Are you scared of me?”
I swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. Honestly, I was scared of him, but more importantly, I hated him. He and his brothers took turns making my life miserable.
He held my gaze for a moment longer before releasing me.
“Leave,” he said curtly.
Without hesitation, I turned and left the room, anger bubbling inside me.
The last stop was Dane’s room. He was the quietest of the three but no less intimidating. His dark brown eyes seemed to see right through you, and his silence often spoke louder than words.
When I entered his room, he was already up, standing by the window with a book in his hand. He didn’t even glance at me.
As I set the coffee down, Dane’s smooth voice broke the silence, laced with a quiet intensity that always unsettled me.
“In the end, we are all just stories, waiting to be told.’” His voice carried the line effortlessly, but there was an edge to it, a challenge that sent a shiver down my spine.
I froze, unsure if I was meant to respond. When he turned to face me, his dark brown eyes locked onto mine with an unreadable expression. “Do you know what this means, Kira?”
I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. My heart pounded against my chest as I shook my head. “N-no, Dane,” I stammered, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray the lie.
Dane’s gaze darkened, his calm demeanor melting into something much sharper. He snapped the book shut with a loud thud and strode toward me.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice low and venomous as he stopped just inches from me. His towering frame made me feel smaller than I already did. “I know you’ve read this book. I’ve seen you sneaking books out of the mansion library. You think I don’t notice?”
My breath hitched as my mind scrambled for a response. “I… I wasn’t—”
“Enough,” he growled, cutting me off. “Do you think I’m a fool, Kira? That I wouldn’t catch on to your little hobby of stealing books? Do you know what that makes you? A thief. Just like your traitor parents.”
His words hit like a slap to my face, the mention of my late parents twisting a knife in wounds I thought I’d buried. I bit my lip, trying to keep the tears from falling. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
“I didn’t steal—” I began, but he stepped closer, his voice a dangerous whisper now.
“Lying too?” he sneered. “You’ve inherited more than just their blood, haven’t you? You’re just like them. A thief. A liar. Betrayal’s in your veins.”
His words hurt me, but I couldn’t let him see the pain they caused. Instead, I straightened my back and clenched my fists, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I don’t deny borrowing books, but I returned every single one. I’m not a thief,” I said, my voice trembling.
Dane’s lips curled into a humorless smirk, his eyes narrowing as if daring me to hold my ground. For a moment, I thought he might lash out, but then he stepped back, shaking his head as if I wasn’t worth the effort.
“Pathetic,” he muttered, turning away. “This is your last warning. If I catch you lying or stealing again, there will be consequences.”
Without another word, he dismissed me with a wave. As I stepped back into the hallway, I rested my back against the wall and closed my eyes. The triplets may have different facial features, behaviors, personalities, skills, and emotions, but they have one thing in common. They all hated me, And I hated them just as much.
The sudden sound of footsteps forced my eyes open.
“Here you are, Kira. The head maiden is asking for you, and she seems furious,” Titus, a guard, said.
I swallowed hard, wondering What trouble had I gotten myself into this time?
Chapter 3 — Flogged
Kira's POV
My feet carried me to the kitchen, where all the female servants were gathered. The moment they saw me, their eyes were filled with hatred and disgust. I hadn’t wronged any of them, yet they all despised me due to the fact that my parents had a hand in the death of our Luna. Something I knew was a lie, which I was going to prove one day.
“Kira, come forward,” the head maiden ordered.
With a hard swallow, I moved my feet towards her. The moment I got to where she stood, a loud slap hit my cheek, forcing my head to move the other way. I gasped in pain as tears stung my eyes, and then slowly, I looked back at the head maid.
“You have been stealing from the storeroom!” she yelled at me, and I furrowed my brow while a single strand of tears falls on my cheek.
“Stealing? How? I’m not a thief,” I said amidst sobs.
“Don’t lie to me!” she snapped, cutting me off. “Food has been disappearing from the storeroom for weeks. I kept quiet, waiting to catch the thief. And just a moment ago, a carton of juice went missing. So I ordered the guards to search every maid’s room. Guess what they found?” She gestured toward a carton of juice beside her. “This was under your bed, Olivia. You stole it.”
Another slap landed across my face, sending a sting of pain through my already throbbing cheek. I staggered back, shaking my head in disbelief.
“I didn’t do it! I didn’t steal it,” I cried out, but the look on her face told me she was never going to believe me. Angela, the head maiden, was brutal to us. She didn’t forgive and would never have a soft heart. I moved my gaze around, staring at the other female staff. They all had different emotions in their eyes. Some stared at me with anger, some with hate, others with pity, and some with satisfaction—like I deserved it.
Angela glared at me, her eyes cold with hate. “You think you can lie your way out of this?” she sneered. “You’re nothing but a traitor’s daughter, and now you’re a thief too? You have been stealing from the pack house, and now you’ll face the consequences.”
She lifted her hand as if to strike me again but instead lowered it, her gaze hardening. “You will be tied and flogged in the yard,” she declared. “Everyone will see what happens to a thief. You will learn your place.”
A gasp escaped my lips. My chest tightened with fear, but I couldn’t speak. No one stood up for me. And no matter how I defended myself, I knew no one would believe me. After all, I was a traitor's daughter.
“Guards, carry out the punishment,” Angela ordered. The guards stepped forward, grabbing my arms roughly. I struggled, but their grips were hard. My heart pounded as they dragged me toward the door, my feet barely keeping up. The sunlight outside was harsh, and I was being roughly carried to the wooden pillar in the yard.
I was made to stand before it, and then the guards tied my hands to the pillar and stepped away to get the whip. As I waited for the first lash to land on me, I closed my eyes. This wasn’t the first time I was being flogged. Over the years, I had been flogged countless times—sometimes for small mistakes, like mistakenly breaking a utensil, or for crimes I never committed, just like this one.
Whip!
The first lash landed on me, and I gasped as the familiar pain of being whipped hit my back. I didn’t have time to dwell on it when another strike hit me. I muffled my pain and noticed a few mansion workers loitering about. Some seemed entertained by my fate.
Whip! Whip! Whip!
More lashes landed on my back, and a loud sob escaped my lips.
I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for another strike to hit me, but suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in the yard.
“Enough!”
I gasped and opened my eyes. Despite not being able to see who had commanded the guards to stop, I knew instantly that it was Darius, the eldest of the triplets.
His presence alone silenced the yard. The guards hesitated, lowering the whip as he stepped forward. His sharp gaze swept across the scene before landing on Angela.
“What happened?” he asked, his voice filled with annoyance and anger, which made me wonder if he was angry with me or at something else.
Angela bowed her head slightly in respect before speaking. “She was caught stealing from the storeroom, sir,” she said. “A carton of juice was found hidden under her bed.”
Darius turned his piercing eyes to the guards. “And you’re sure she did it?”
The head guard nodded. “Yes, Alpha. The evidence was found in her room.”
Darius let out a low growl, his anger obvious. “Untie her.”
I gasped in shock. My body was trembling from the pain, but his words sent a new wave of confusion through me. Was he… letting me go?
The guards quickly obeyed, cutting the ropes binding my wrists. My arms dropped weakly to my sides, my skin burning from both the lashes and the tight restraints. I couldn’t wait to turn eighteen in a few days and get my wolf. If I had my wolf, the pain would have been lesser.
I swallowed hard, unsure of what to do.
Then I made the mistake of looking at him.
His green, piercing eyes snapped to mine, and any hope I had of freedom was crushed under the weight of his glare.
“Kneel,” he ordered, his voice laced with authority.
My breath hitched. What?
Darius didn’t wait for me to process his words. He turned to the guards, his expression cold and unreadable. “Make her kneel under the sun instead.”
A lump formed in my throat. He wasn’t setting me free. He was simply choosing a different punishment.
The guards grabbed my arms again, forcing me to the ground. The scorching sun burned against my skin, and the rough gravel dug into my knees. I clenched my jaw, holding back another sob as Darius turned and walked away, leaving me under the merciless sun.
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