It truly was the manifestation of rejection's Ire and desire's flame as Nightfall fell under a dark cloud. Darrian's reign of terror had begun to truly manifest. Pack members suspected of treason, harbouring rogues or anything that did not go according to Darrian’s regime, vanished without a trace and were replaced by Darrian's loyalists. Fear and suspicion choked the once vibrant pack. Those who had fallen for his smooth speech of wanting to protect what was theirs, now wondered if perhaps they had made the wrong choice, but they couldn't air out these suspicions, not if they wanted to go missing. Meanwhile, Isadora languished in her gilded cage, for she was nothing more than a caged wolf, waiting for her master to choose her fate. The luxurious room felt like a prison, the bars forged from Darrian's cruelty. Regina, his ever-present shadow, taunted Isadora with tales of Eutychus' "weakness" and the impending glory of Darrian's new era. She had always hated Isadora and given their p
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