“On full-moon nights, my throat still oozes blood – that is the ‘hickey’ torn by the hands of my loved ones.” They took away my wolf howl, but they didn’t know that the silent mother wolf is the most dangerous. When I crawled back from the abyss with my broken vocal cords, I saw my fake sister crowning me with my war song – She wore my scars, my crown, and even imitated the trembling arc. “Dear sister…” “You said that when my claws scratched your throat -” “What kind of beautiful begging for mercy would you sing?” After being exposed for plagiarizing the adopted pup’s song, I was dragged into an abandoned factory by a dozen rogue wolves and brutally tortured. When I was rescued, a bloody hole had been torn into my throat, my vocal cords shredded by claws, and my fingers and legs twisted and broken—rendered useless. My parents, the revered Alpha and Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, used all their influence, vowing to hunt down those who had harmed me. My brother, the Pack’s Beta, frantically summoned the finest healers from across the territories to tend to my wounds. Outside the healing den, my mother’s hesitant voice drifted in, “Though it was wrong for Veyra to steal Ashbane’s song… is this punishment not too severe?” My father, Alpha Hendrix, growled low in his throat. “She brought this upon herself! Ten years ago, we took her in as a stray, and she repaid us by stealing Ashbane’s place in our hearts.” “But that wasn’t enough—she’s never satisfied, always trying to outshine Ashbane in everything. And now, she dares to claim Ashbane’s song as her own!” My brother, Beta Lucas, snarled in agreement. “She was given the Hendrix name, yet she uses it to crush Ashbane at every turn. This time, we make sure Ashbane wins the Howling Crown —the highest honor for our pack’s singers. As for Veyra… let her keep a mutt’s voice, if she must speak at all.” The agony of my wounds was nothing compared to the betrayal tearing through my chest. Tears burned down my face. They had promised to protect me—their own blood. Yet for the sake of a pup they’d adopted, they allowed me to be broken. It was Ashbane who had stolen my song. But they believed her lies and chose to ruin me instead. I no longer wanted this pack. At the entrance of the healing den, the pack’s lead healer spoke cautiously. “Alpha Hendrix, while Miss Veyra’s vocal cords are damaged, they can still be restored with a graft from a willing donor. And if her bones are not set soon… she may never walk or use her hands again.” “She is a singer,” the healer pressed. “Her voice and hands are her life. Should we not act quickly—?” My father cut him off with a sharp bark. “Delay it.” My mother hesitated. “My Alpha… Veyra has suffered enough. She cannot attend the Howling Crown ceremony now. She is still our blood. Must we let her become crippled?” Beta Lucas scoffed. “Good. If she can’t sing, she won’t overshadow Ashbane. If her legs never heal, she’ll stay where she belongs. And if her hands are ruined, she’ll never steal another song.” “The Hendrix Pack will feed and house her,” he sneered. “What more does she need? She made her choice when she betrayed Ashbane. The Howling Crown was always meant for Ashbane—she is the future Song Luna of our pack.” “And Veyra?” My brother’s voice was ice. “Let her keep a dog’s whimper. That’s all she deserves.” Chapter 2 My mother, Luna Hendrix, sighed and whispered to the pack healer, “Give my daughter the strongest pain-dulling herbs. As for her broken claws and legs… just keep the wounds from festering. My daughter has always feared pain.” Hearing those words, my body trembled violently, hot tears streaking through the dried blood on my face. So it wasn’t just rogue wolves who had done this—my own pack, my own blood, had allowed it. All because I stood in Ashbane’s way. They never questioned her lies. Never even asked for my side. A howl of agony threatened to tear from my throat, but my shredded vocal cords only let out a broken whimper. I stared at the den’s ceiling, my vision blurring. When Luna Hendrix stepped inside, her breath hitched at the sight of my mangled paws—still twitching, still bleeding. She let out a wounded sound, rushing to my side. “Veyra! My sweet pup, does it hurt? We’ll call the healers at once!” Beside her, my brother—Beta Lucas—snarled into his phone, his voice thick with false grief. “Find the finest throat graft for my sister. Her voice cannot be lost—not when she was meant to sing for our pack!” He turned to me, eyes glistening. “Sister, I swear on my fangs, I’ll hunt down every rogue who did this. They’ll know what it means to have their bones snapped, their howls ripped from their throats!” My father, Alpha Hendrix, gazed at me with wet eyes, his massive frame shaking. “Veyra, the best healers from the northern packs are coming. Just hold on.” His voice cracked. “When you heal… I’ll compose a hunt-song for you. We’ll sing it together under the full moon, and the whole pack will know—you are my greatest pride.” I watched their performance numbly. With trembling, bloodied palms, I dragged my phone closer and typed: [I didn’t steal Ashbane’s song.] The screen smeared crimson. Beta Lucas snatched the phone away before they could read it. “We know, little wolf,” he murmured, stroking my matted hair. “Just rest. Everything will be alright.” They nodded, their eyes darting away—unable to meet mine. I knew the truth. They didn’t believe me. They never would. This was the same brother who’d found me a decade ago, lost and starving at the edge of pack lands. He’d wept into my fur, vowing to spend his life making up for the years I’d suffered alone. Now, he’d shattered my dreams with his own claws—all so Ashbane, could shine. Tears burned. Through them, I couldn’t tell who was truly their blood anymore. I’d never measure up to Ashbane’s place in their hearts. In this pack… there was no room for me. The healer injected wolfsbane-laced painkillers into my veins, his gaze lingering on my ruined throat and twisted limbs. “Miss Hendrix,” he said gently, “the experts will arrive by moonrise. Endure a little longer.” But no herb could dull the betrayal carving through my chest. I choked back a sob, biting my lip until copper flooded my tongue. My parents’ eyes turned wolf-gold with distress. Beta Lucas pressed his forearm to my mouth. “Sister, if you must bite, sink your fangs into me. Don’t harm yourself further.” They looked at me like I was their most precious pup. And yet—I’d never felt so cold. When I woke again, the pale light of dawn seeped through the den’s entrance. Chapter 3 The pack healers had barely left when I caught the hushed conversation between Beta Lucas and Luna Hendrix outside my den. “Krevv,” my mother murmured, her voice laced with false concern, “Veyra has suffered enough. Must we truly send the pack chroniclers to expose her as a song-thief today? We have no proof.” My brother’s growl was ice. “It must be done. Her voice is already ruined—what does she have left to lose? But for Ashbane to win the Howling Crown*, she needs the judges’ pity.”* “Ashbane was raised under our moon,” he snarled. “She wouldn’t lie. Even without evidence, I’ll stand as her witness before the entire pack.” Alpha Hendrix’s command rumbled through the walls. “Don’t defend Veyra to the chroniclers. Let this humiliation teach her obedience.” “Yes, Alpha.” I lay on the furs, my claws digging into the pelts beneath me. No tears came—only the metallic taste of blood where I’d bitten through my lip. Ten years ago, Beta Lucas had tracked my scent to that orphanage after hearing my howl-song in a recording. They’d brought me home, a ragged stray welcomed into the Silvermoon Pack’s golden den. I’d worked twice as hard as Ashbane, earning my place at the Lunar Conservatory. My hunt-song, “Moon-Drowned”, had been nominated for the Howling Crown—until Ashbane claimed it as her own. And now… my own brother would lie before the pack to destroy me. The den’s entrance flew open with a crash. A dozen pack chroniclers surged in, cameras flashing like silver fangs in the dim light. Helpless, broken, I could only watch as they circled me. “Veyra Hendrix,” sneered a female chronicler, shoving a recording stone in my face, “is it true the rogues tore out your voice because you stole your sister’s howl?” Another laughed, yanking the pelt from my body to expose my twisted limbs. “Look at her! No claws left to scribble stolen songs, no legs to run from the truth!” The male beside her bared his teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Perhaps she’ll learn to sing through her wounds instead. Wouldn’t that be… poetic?” Their laughter was a chorus of snapping bones. Flash after flash immortalized my shame—the broken Alpha’s daughter, reduced to a mute, twitching creature. Hot tears carved paths through the dirt and blood on my face. I should have stayed a stray. Chapter4 “Veyra,” the female chronicler sneered, shoving her recording stone closer, “still playing the wounded pup? Won’t you beg forgiveness from your sister?” Her claws clicked as she activated a pack-wide broadcast. “The disgraced howler Veyra Hendrix—mauled by rogues for stealing her sister Ashbane’s hunt-song!”
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