Chapter 81

• Raizel's POV
• Later, I woke up in my bed, my body bandaged, my muscles aching. My mother sat beside me, her face streaked with tears as she gently wiped the sweat from my brow. She cried for days while I healed, her hands trembling every time she touched me, as if the very act of holding me caused her pain.
• I survived that day. But the scars I earned—the ones that still burn when the weather turns cold—remind me of the lesson my father had intended to teach: weakness has no place in the world of Lycans. Not even for a child.