The wolves snapped closer. Claws brushed my leg.
“Who?” Jakobi asked, amused. “Her? Or the pregnant one?”
My chest tightened.
For a second… I waited.
I still waited.
His voice came out strained. “I—”
Then Chiara cried, choking, “Drake… please save me… our pup… I can’t… I can’t die…”
Everything went quiet. Even the wolves seemed to pause.
And then—
“Chiara.”
Just one word.And that was it. Something inside me broke so quietly I almost didn’t notice.
The wolves lunged.
Pain exploded as teeth tore into my flesh, claws ripping, my body dragged and thrown like I wasn’t even human. I screamed until my voice disappeared.
Then they pulled me out only to throw me back again.
And again.
I lost count.
By the time they dragged me out for the last time, I couldn’t even move. I could barely breathe.
“Are you trying to kill her?” Drake shouted, his voice breaking. “She won’t survive this!”
Jakobi laughed softly. “You chose this. Don’t look at me like that.”
I was thrown onto the ground. My body felt numb, heavy, like it wasn’t mine anymore.
“Second game,” Jakobi said casually. “Let’s make this more interesting.”
Something was dragged. Metal scraping.