My heart raced as I squared my shoulders against John’s intimidating presence. His dark eyes glinted with malice, but I felt an undeniable strength rising within me. The connection to my wolf pulsed, urging me to believe in myself, to harness the power that had always been within me—waiting for the right moment to break free.
“Your defiance is amusing,” John sneered, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You really think you can escape? You’re nothing without your wolf.”
“Maybe,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tremor of fear in my chest. “But I’m more than just a wolf. I have my family’s legacy, and I won’t let you destroy it.”
With a sudden rush of determination, I focused inward, envisioning the power of my lineage flowing through my veins. The history of my
