Eira’s POV
Faint sounds stirred from the depths of unconsciousness. Pain coursed through every inch of my body—it felt as though I had been trampled by a vehicle, leaving only broken pieces behind.
My eyes fluttered open, struggling against the sharp sting of light that stread in through the tall glass windows. Above stretched an unfamiliar white ceiling, pristine and sterile. The brightness was overwhelming. My body flinched from it—not because of the light itself, but because I had forgotten what light looked like.
I had spent years locked in darkness. Rooms without windows. Air heavy with filth and fear. Pain, commands, bruises—nothing else. My mind, my soul, my very instincts had adapted to only one truth: darkness was ho.
And now, this sudden flood of sunlight, this crisp, untouched air... For one foolish, fleeting mont, I wondered:
’Is this heaven? Did I finally die?’
But the illusion shattered too soon.
"Are you awake, miss?"
’Please let that be an angel. If it’s not, I swear I’m going to be badly disappointed.’
I turned my head toward the voice. A woman in nurse’s scrubs stood beside the bed, her expression soft, a gentle smile curving her lips.
"Good to see you’re awake. I’ll call the doctor."
Before I could gather a single word, she had already turned and left.
The sterile scent, the beeping machines, the IV drip—it all sank in. I wasn’t in heaven. I was in a hospital.
Reality returned like a slap.
I closed my eyes again, frustration clawing at my chest.’Why didn’t they kill when they had the chance?’’How am I supposed to die now?’ My eyes drifted toward the window.’What floor am I on? Can I jump from here...?’
The door creaked open. I turned my head slowly as footsteps entered the room—the nurse again, but this ti accompanied by a man.
I looked at him, only to et with another familiar face from the past- Doctor Liam Vaughn.
"How are you feeling, Eira?" he asked, his gaze settling on , calm and steady.
Eira.
The na echoed inside my skull like a forgotten lody.
It had been so long since I’d heard it that it no longer felt like mine. As if he were calling soone else—soone I used to be, but wasn’t anymore.
He flipped through the patient chart the nurse had handed him, and without waiting for my response, he began examining .
"Your injuries are severe," he said in a calm, clinical tone. "Though you’re a pureblood, the concentration of powerful drugs in your system has delayed your natural healing. We’ve managed to drain most of it, but recovery will still take ti...."
He continued to talk which didn’t interest as what happened with and my body was not a concern to .
Instead, my mind drifted to the past mories with this man from seven years back.
Seven years ago, when I was fifteen, my grandparents and I had co to the StormHowl Pack to start a new life. Everything had felt foreign and uncertain. Liam was the first person my grandfather introduced to. They were friends, though Liam was much younger.
He’d fascinated because he was a doctor, and I’d once dread of becoming one too. I followed him around with endless questions, curious about everything from anatomy to dical school. He never once seed irritated. In fact, he taught patiently.
Back then, he’d been my favorite person. And he was fond of as well.
But now... perhaps he hated like everyone else did.
"Eira?" he called, noticing I was lost sowhere.
My eyes refocused on him, and it reminded of sothing which I had been wanting to know for the past six years, but never found the courage to ask.
What happened to my grandparents?
After my imprisonnt, they had never co to visit . Not once. As if I had been erased from their lives, or them from mine.
"You have two fractured ribs," Liam continued, resuming his role with detached professionalism. "One ca dangerously close to puncturing your right lung. You’ll need to avoid any activity that could strain your breathing. That ans complete rest for a few days. I’ll prescribe sothing to support your healing."
He paused, giving a mont.
"Anything else you’d like to ask?"
My eyes burned faintly with unshed tears. I finally spoke, my voice low, "My grandparents... what happened to them?"
His expression shifted. Serious. Guarded.
Then, he looked at the nurse. "Lara, please go collect the reports from the next room. I’ll join you shortly."
Once we were left alone, he turned to , his expression solemn. "After you were taken away they disappeared from the pack. No one knows where they went."
The news surprised —but only briefly. Deep down, I understood. After the accusations against , what reason did they have to stay and endure the scorn and judgnt of the pack?
Anyways, they never stayed in one place more than a few years, like changing places was their fixed pattern. I never understood why they did it instead of settling in one place and living a peaceful life with known people.
Because of that constant drifting, I never had a real ho. Never had friends—until we ca to the Storm Howl Pack and I t her.
Alice.
My sweet, bright Alice—my first and only friend.
"What do you plan to do now?" Liam’s voice pulled back from my thoughts.
I didn’t respond. Because I couldn’t tell him the truth that I wanted to die. If I said that aloud, they’d post guards outside my door and make it even harder to escape.
Liam let out a tired sigh. "I don’t know what happened to you... but it couldn’t have been anything good."
Still, I said nothing. What was the point in sharing my pain? They will just think I deserve it.
He studied quietly for a mont before speaking again. "Eira... you’re not just a pureblood she-wolf. You’re sothing rarer—sothing extraordinary. A kind born only once in hundreds of years."
I let out a silent, bitter laugh. What good is that? Born rare, only to be reduced to this?
"The ones who bought you... you know who they are. The strongest five Alphas. You must realize—they brought you here to have children. That’s what they want from you."
I didn’t flinch. I already knew.
"But there’s sothing they don’t know," Liam continued. "With your rare bloodline, you can only conceive with your fated mate. No one else. I haven’t told them. If I had, they might’ve killed you already. But sooner or later, when they realize they can’t get what they want... they won’t show you any rcy."
I know, I thought. And I’m not expecting rcy.
He hesitated before lowering his voice. "Because of my old friendship with your grandfather... I’m going to help you escape before they take you with them. For that, you’ll need strength. So rest and heal."
His offer shocked . As I t his eyes, there was a genuine worry for . It caught off guard.
"I can only get you out of the pack. After that... you’ll be on your own. I won’t be able to protect you further." He added.
Here or anywhere—it’ll be the sa, I thought as I exhaled quietly, my eyes drifting shut. I didn’t thank him for his offer.
Because I had sothing else in mind.
Liam eventually left, and a short while later, Lara returned. She moved around the room with practiced ease, preparing a fresh IV.
I watched her silently for a mont before asking, "What floor are we on?"
"The seventh," she replied, inserting the needle with care.
"And how tall is this building?"
"Fifteen floors," she answered, glancing at curiously. "Why do you ask?"
"It’s my first ti in such a tall building," I lied.
"Oh," she smiled lightly. "Once you’re feeling better, I’ll take you up to the rooftop. You can see the whole city from there—it’s a beautiful view."
I simply humd and closed my eyes- ’This is truly my last chance.’
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