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I instinctively recoiled–but Graham caught my arm in one swift motion.
“This is the doctor I brought in especially for you,” he said gently. “They just need to draw some blood for testing.”
And just like that, the last illusion crumbled.
The private lab. The tailored medication. The careful concern.
None of it was ever for me.
I tried to run, but my legs gave out beneath me. The room spun, turning into a blur of light and shadow.
That’s when it hit me.
There was something in that bowl of medicine.
Before everything faded, I felt them take my child from my arms. Cold metal pierced my vein. My blood being pulled.
Then–darkness.
For three days, I was trapped in a living nightmare.
Men in white coats treated me like a specimen. I was strapped down, scanned, sampled. Prodded by machines colder than operating them.
When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw Graham’s exhausted face hovering over me.
Unshaven, eyes bloodshot, fingers locked tightly around mine.
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ད་དང་ ད་ད་ད་མཚན་དང་དག་སད་ནད་ཅན་
“You’re awake,” he breathed, voice shaking. “You’ve been missing for three days–I searched everywhere for you. Don’t worry, whoever did this to you, I’ll make them pay.”
I stared at him blankly, my stomach churning with nausea.
My child was gone. My usefulness had been drained.
Wasn’t that exactly what he wanted?
I tried to turn away, but the pain in my body held me still. Every movement burned.
He looked at me, concern flickering in his eyes, just as he began to speak-
“Miss Isabelle is awake!”
Someone called from outside the room.
And just like that, he forgot all about me.
He let go of my hand and ran.
Didn’t even look back.
I gripped the edge of the bed, trying to stand, but my knees buckled immediately.
As his figure vanished beyond the doorway, only one thought burned through my mind: I have to get out of this hell.
Not even half an hour later, security stormed in.
They dragged me to the top floor like a sack of trash and threw me onto the cold tile.
“Here, puppy, puppy. Look here!”
Isabelle held up a rusted iron ring like she was playing fetch with a dog.
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When I didn’t respond, she pouted and turned to Graham.
“Didn’t you say she was great at jumping through hoops? Why isn’t she doing it?”
Her words stabbed into me like glass shards, dredging up memories I’d buried deep.
Back when I lost control and ran wild shifting, I was caught by a traveling freakshow. They forced me to perform. Burned my fur with blazing hoops until I was charred and screaming.
Graham had once stormed onto that stage. Wrapped me in his coat. Held my broken body and shouted to the crowd: “She’s human! Not some animal for your entertainment!”
I glanced at him now, a part of me–traitorous–hoping for that same man.
But he wouldn’t meet my eyes.
His voice came, cold and casual: “Go on. You’ve done it before.‘
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I barely had time to react before he added: “No one’s watching. Let Izzy have some fun–thi
My vision swam.
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ད་། མལ་ར་ར། ནར་ཆས་དང་
Rough hands clamped down on my shoulders. They shoved me toward the hoop like I was nothing.
Once, he had cherished me, never caring that I was a werewolf.
Now he threw me around like an animal in a cage.
I squeezed my eyes shut, sharne boiling in my chest. Tears burned but didn’t fall.
Graham opened his mouth–then froze.
Isabelle suddenly collapsed against his chest.
“Graham… I feel dizzy… Am I about to faint again?”
A doctor stepped in immediately.
“Miss Whitmore’s condition is still unstable. She needs–”
He looked directly at me.
And I knew.
Of course, I should’ve known.
Seconds later, Graham spoke again.
“Skylar… only your blood can help her. I just need a little.”
Before I could answer, a guard grabbed my arm.
A needle plunged into my vein.
One whole liter
My vision went black around the edges.
And as I lay there, I looked up and saw Graham–iny captor, my betrayer–gently helping Isabelle drink my blood.
His expression was tender. Intimate
And I laughed.
He didn’t know None of them did
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