Faylen's Pov

　　Varian pulls me closer, forcing me to sit on his thigh, feeling his penis brush against my own bare skin, a constant, vivid reminder of the power he wields over me. His hand roams my body, each touches a violation that sends involuntary shivers down my spine. My body reacts, even though my mind rejects every second.

　　"You are my rebellious little bitch, Faylen. I love and hate that about you, did you know?" Varian murmurs in my ear, his voice a rough whisper that makes me want to scream.

　　He bites the small of my ear, his tongue sliding over my skin, a touch that nauseates me to my core. "The lust you stir in me, oh, Faylen! How delicious it is to fuck you!"

　　The pleasure room, a vision of horror, reflects the corrupted soul of Varian. The shadows seem to move with a life of their own, as if trapped in an eternal cycle of agony.

　　The other women in the room are a silent specter. Their presence is a constant reminder of my own powerlessness. Each of them is a broken soul, trapped in the same web of manipulation and pain.

　　"Varian is a predator. And we are his prey, held captive by his perverse will," Bri speaks with rage in her voice, my wolf wanting to tear Varian's face apart.

　　Varian's hand runs over my breasts, squeezing them hard. I feel my body betray me, a fake moan of pleasure escaping my lips as Varian touches me, each sound a stab to my soul. Shame and hatred grow within me, a silent storm threatening to consume me.

　　Within this prison of pleasure and pain, I am forced to play my role. A mask of desire overlaid on my true self. My hands move on their own, caressing Varian as I know he likes. My fake smile is a survival weapon. The darkness of the room seems to close around me, a suffocating mantle of despair.

　　"I am Faylen. The warrior, Varian's whore. I am the rebellious little bitch he loves and hates," I tell myself, feeling Varian revel in my skills.

　　Varian grips my face with his cold, strong hand, his fingers like claws digging into my skin. His eyes are filled with hatred, sparks of pure evil dancing in the dark depths of his irises. "Why did you run from me, Faylen? I am coming to get you!" he hisses, his words a poison seeping into my soul.

　　Varian grabs my neck tightly, his fingers squeezing like a tourniquet. I feel my breath catch, my lungs begging for air. His eyes blaze with hatred, burning me with their intensity, and I wake up scared, a strangled scream escaping my lips.

　　My body rises involuntarily as if trying to flee even amid the panic. A scream escapes. I am drenched in sweat, every drop of fear dripping from my skin. My heart races in my chest, hammering against my ribs with the imminent fear of death in my dreams. It takes many minutes for me to remember where I am, and for the reality of the room around me to settle in my mind. The panic still spreads through my veins like a corrosive poison, my eyes trying to adapt to the darkness of the room, and my wolf Bri is on high alert, ready to fight or flee.

　　"It was just a nightmare," Bri comments, scared and frightened, her voice trembling inside my mind. The racing of my heart makes me feel like I ran a marathon, each beat an explosion of adrenaline.

　　Involuntary tears stream from my eyes, making me cry even more, as if each drop were a desperate attempt to wash away the pain.

　　"We will never be rid of him. He marked us, Bri. He marked our soul, our heart with a demonic stain that will never go away," I declare desperately, my voice broken by sobs as I cry compulsively.

　　"We are already free, Faylen. Varian will never be able to imprison us again. We will never go back to that place," Bri declares with conviction within me, trying to infuse strength into my shaken heart.

　　To rid myself of the panic attacks caused by memories of my past life, I get up and take a cold shower. The cold water causes a thermal shock in my overheated body, each drop of water is a momentary relief from the fever of fear. I feel the pressure of the shower gradually easing the tension in my shoulders, each muscle loosening gradually, as if the water were washing away not only the sweat but also a bit of my torment.

　　After the shower, I decide to train, seeking physical exhaustion as an escape from my mental torment. I go for a run across the entire territory of the Stonehaven Pack, more than twenty kilometers I cover. Half of it I run without shifting, feeling the uneven ground under my feet, the cold breeze cutting my face, and the other half I let Bri take control. My wolf runs much farther than I do, her agile paws cutting through the forest and rocky peaks. The strong wind caresses our fur, the wild freedom pulsing in every leap and run.

　　Until we reach the top of a hill full of rocks and hidden caves. It is a quiet place, well away from the community, a refuge of peace amid the chaos. Bri and I stay on top of the hill watching the sunrise. The sky is a spectacle of colors from deep purple to brilliant gold as the sun timidly emerges on the horizon. The cold breeze brings with it so many promises and anxiety that I still feel very tired. Today is the day of the conference among all the wolf packs on the continent, Emma plans to make a proposal that will be great, but… I do not want to think about Varian's presence there.

　　"Varian cannot hurt us anymore, Faylen. We are stronger now and it has been a long time since we left the Blood Moon Pack," Bri comments sincerely.

　　I sit on a smooth rock, feeling its cool texture against my skin still warm from exertion. The landscape around is stunning, nature in its purest, untouched form. The smell of pines and wet earth fills my lungs and for a moment, I feel connected to something greater, something Varian can never reach or destroy.