Veyra POVI can't believe this is happening. Their hands are gripping me, rough and unrelenting. My body is dragged across the floor like I'm nothing. I can't move, and I can't fight. Not with whatever they had shot me with still flooding my system. My vision blurs, and I catch a glimpse of familiar faces. Some look away, too ashamed to watch. Others watch with silent satisfaction, but no one steps forward, and no one helps me. "Opening my mouth, I try to speak, to scream to fight against this, but my voice is still gone. The cuffs are burning around my skin, dampening any trace of power that I might have had left. They are silver-lined, made to ensure my wolf is shielded. Of course, because if they didn't use these, I could shift and run. Lyra strolls ahead of me like she's already won everything. She has, for now, but there's no way I'm not fighting to get back my pack. Her steps are slow and almost deliberate, and I know it's for show. She turns back once, just once, like that i
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