CHAPTER 108
The voices didn't cease. They whispered, murmured, and sometimes screamed. At first, she had thought it was a side effect of her earlier outburst, but now, even in sleep, she couldn’t escape them.
"She’s changing. What if she’s dangerous?"
"I can’t trust her anymore. What if she hurts the Alpha again?"
"Stay away from her. She’s cursed."
Was she cursed?
The voices weren’t external. They were thoughts. Thoughts from people around her, and she could hear them all.
Baron’s voice pulled Bavanda out from the chaos she had seemed to find herself in. "Forget about me, daughter. It's a good thing I'm healed, isn't it?" He paused, looking at his wife for confirmation. “Tell me, Bavanda. How do you feel?"
Bavanda hesitated. Her mouth was dry, her body weak, but the real problem was the voices. They whispered constantly, and if she focused, she could pick out individual ones.
"Is she really okay?" Her mother’s worried thoughts echoed.
"Did she hear my thoughts just now?"
She forced a small smile. "I’m fine," she lied.
Her father’s hand rested on his stomach absentmindedly, where she had wounded him. The wound—one she had inflicted—was now completely healed. There was no scar, not even a trace, as if it had never happened.
A shiver ran down her spine. How was that possible?
"You should rest more," Avynna suggested, but Bavanda shook her head. She couldn’t stay here. She needed to think, to process, to understand what was happening to her.
"Can I go outside?" she asked.
Her parents exchanged glances before her father nodded. "Just don’t push yourself."
Bavanda climbed out of bed, her body still sore, but as she stepped past her father, her gaze flickered to his face.
At that moment… the room around her twisted. Shadows bled from the walls, crawling toward her. Her father’s form morphed, his body drenched in blood, eyes hollow, mouth twisted in agony. He reached for her with clawed fingers.
She gasped and stumbled back. Just like that, it was gone..
"Are you okay?" Avynna asked, grabbing her arm.
Bavanda blinked rapidly. The room was normal again. Her father was normal. There was no blood, he was fine.
What was happening to her?
"Y-Yeah," she stammered. "I just... felt dizzy."
She needed to get out of here. With the little energy she could muster, she found her feet, and walked out of the room. Her parents’ thoughts were loud, almost consuming. She had hated it when all they did was worry about her, but now, she witnessed and heard their worrisome thoughts first hand. This was even more terrible.
Bavanda felt weak, useless. It was bad that she couldn't control what was going on with her, but how could she hurt her father?
The moment she stepped into the packhouse, the voices intensified.
"She shouldn’t be here."
"What if she loses control again?"
"She attacked the Alpha. How can we trust her?"
Bavanda clenched her fists, trying to block them out. How had everyone heard of the news so fast?
She seemed to forget. Although, their pack was huge, news spread like fire. Also, she had been unconscious for three days, that was more than enough time.
The next person she sighted was Steve. He was speaking to the gathered wolves, explaining the latest developments. "The footprints led out of the dungeon. Two sets. Someone helped him escape."
Bavanda barely heard him. The voices overlapped, blending into something unbearable.
"What if she’s connected to him?"
"She’s dangerous."
"We should be careful around her."
She felt her pulse spike. Her breathing quickened as the world around her wavered.
Then—her fingers curled unnaturally, nails elongating into claws. Pain shot through her spine as part of her transformed against her will.
Someone gasped.
She glanced down. Her right hand was no longer human. It was a monstrous claw. A deep snarl rumbled from her throat.
No—she had to stop this. She had to control herself.
"Bavanda!" Her father’s voice cut through the haze.
But it was too late.
A sharp, splitting pain hit her head like a hammer, and she screamed. The packhouse windows shattered from the sheer force of her power. The walls trembled. Her body fought itself, shifting in incomplete bursts.
Fear rippled through the gathered wolves.
Her vision was blurring again. Shadows creeping. And within them, she saw—herself. Not as she was now, but something monstrous, something twisted.
The whispers became deafening.
"Bavanda, focus!" Avynna’s voice reached her.
And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Her body returned to normal. The room fell into silence, every pair of eyes was locked on her.
Bavanda didn't think twice, she turned and ran.
Meanwhile, deep in the cursed forest, Loco stood before the throne once again.
The towering figure remained seated, surrounded by serpents that slithered and hissed, their eyes glowing like burning coals.
Loco knelt instinctively, his body still feeling the strange energy that radiated from this place.
"You have done well," the figure began. "But your true task begins now."
A shadow moved beside him—another presence. Loco turned his head slightly, sensing something—or someone—standing close.
"This one," the figure gestured to the darkness, "will assist you. A hidden force, watching and waiting. Together, you will guide the beast within the girl."
Loco frowned. "Beast?"
A deep chuckle vibrated through the throne room. "She is more than she seems. And when the time comes, she will break."
A cold shudder ran down Loco’s spine. He didn’t know whether it was fear or excitement. But as the hidden figure stepped forward, something about them—about the energy they carried—felt terrifyingly familiar.
“This mark," the voice reverberated, “will guide you too."
Another figure in a long flowing cloak approached them, holding an object that was smoking hot. He placed it on both their skins, retreating back almost immediately.
Loco stared at the snake symbol on his neck, and he knew without being told. Bavanda’s nightmare was just beginning.
As if the dark figure had heard his thoughts, it began laughing maniacally. “It is time."
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