CHAPTER NINE: The Cost of Obedience
Kaira’s Pov
The storage room smelled of dust and old stone.That was my world now. How I went from staying in the pack palace to staying in an old storage room is enough for me to break down .
I spent the morning sorting crates that hadn’t been touched in years. Broken tools. Faded banners. Cracked armor from wars the pack still whispered about. Despite my hands hurting I still continue to work in silence.
The guard outside my door changed twice. Neither spoke to me. When I asked for water, it arrived without a word, placed just inside the doorway .
By noon I felt , a dull ache beneath my ribs. Not sharp enough to collapse me. Just constant enough to remind me I wasn’t alone in my suffering.
He felt it too.I knew he did.
“Kaira.”
I flinched at t
