On the night of the Spring Hunt Festival, to make the adopted girl laugh, my fiancé Killian and my brother Silas dressed me up as a toy. Selene tore my dress apart and smeared lipstick across my face, writing the word whore. I didn’t react, then she kicked me into the cesspit. By the time they fished me out, a crowd had gathered, phones raised, laughing. The noise was grating. Silas stood a hundred feet away, face twisted in disgust, hand over his nose, refusing to come closer. Selene’s smile was innocent. “Elara, happy Spring Hunt!” My fiancé tucked her behind him and spoke like it was nothing. “It was just a joke. Don’t take it to heart.” He raised a hand and signaled for someone to hose me down. I was knocked flat, skin turning purple from the cold, but I didn’t beg. Overnight, the video of me — stripped, soaked, bare — spread through every Pack in the region. Silas blamed me for ruining the Blackmoor Pack’s reputation and threw me out. Killian cancelled the engagement in front of everyone. “I can’t take a mate with a stain on her name.” I nodded to all of it. I didn’t argue. They thought I was putting on an act, pretending to be calm. They didn’t know the Trial was three days from ending. These people — I couldn’t stand the sight of them. …… In the courtyard, my father swung the silver whip, lash after lash across my back. “Shameless! Disgusting!” I didn’t explain. I just clenched my teeth. Arguing only made the beatings worse. I’d been brought back to this pack only days before. Selene accused me of stealing her moonstone pendant. My parents searched my room. Silas stripped me bare in front of everyone. They found nothing. I thought I’d get an apology. Instead, Silas slapped me so hard a tooth flew out. “You sold Selene’s pendant! Where’s the money!” My room was barely big enough to stand in. I didn’t own a single coin. I tried to explain. He hit harder, called me unrepentant. I curled into a corner. He kicked me until I coughed blood. Then Selene let out a little gasp. “Found it!” The moonstone pendant shimmered in the sunlight. All I felt was blinded. I looked at Silas. No guilt on his face. He said it flatly, like it was nothing. “Small misunderstanding. Don’t dwell on it.” “I’m Selene’s brother. I trust her completely.” Silas remembered he was Selene’s brother. He forgot I was his real sister. In the courtyard, my father’s whip kept falling. My body was covered in welts. Silas stood to the side. Didn’t say a single word for me. He was the one who let Selene humiliate me. When I was filmed naked, he blamed me for damaging the Pack’s reputation and threw my few clothes out the door. He told me to leave. I agreed. But my father roared. “You think you’re going somewhere? Haven’t you embarrassed us enough!” He took the silver whip and beat me for two hours. Called it Pack discipline. Two hours later, my mother frowned and stopped him. “Enough. Make her knock her head on the ground ninety-nine times. Then a written confession. We’ll call it even.” My father threw the whip down, voice sour. “You spoil her.” Spoil? I almost laughed. My mother’s version of kneeling meant my skull had to crack against the stone loud enough to hear. If it wasn’t loud, it didn’t count. The confession had to be written in blood. Less than ten thousand words, not sincere enough — do it again. But I didn’t say a word. I knelt and slammed my forehead down. When I passed out, they splashed cold water to wake me. I kept going. The blood confession ran twenty thousand words. Every character groveling, ground into dust. I thought it was enough. Selene pinched her nose and took a step back. “Silas, it’s not that I won’t let Elara inside — she just smells too bad.” Silas rubbed her head fondly, then slid his gaze sideways to me. “You don’t deserve the servants’ room. Go sleep with Nyx.” Nyx was Selene’s giant python. I was terrified of snakes. I remembered the day the warrior brought me back to this Pack. Selene had looked at me with the same disgust. But back then, Silas didn’t send me to the snake pit. He just put me in the dog kennel. The dog’s cage was bigger than the servants’ room I got later. As long as Selene didn’t give the order, the dog didn’t bite. I could at least sleep. The snake pit — absolutely not. I threw myself at my parents’ feet, knocking my head against the floor frantically. “Please — if I smell, I’ll leave the Pack House, I’ll sleep in the kennel — just don’t make me go in the pit.” My father’s expression shifted. A flicker of something almost soft. He was about to speak — Silas yanked me up by the collar. “Elara, cut the act!” “You think the Pack became a joke because of anyone else? Be grateful you have a roof at all!” He started dragging me toward the snake pit. I turned my head to look at my father. He looked away. The pit reeked. The stench nearly knocked me out. The snake’s tongue flicked across my face. I closed my eyes in despair. Then a voice reached me — warm, gentle, like a hand resting softly on my forehead. “Child. Two days remain before My trial ends.”
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