Soraya's POV
Two weeks and four days.
That's how long it's been since the trial—since my life was stripped of whatever shred of dignity it had left and thrown into this cage gilded in gold. Two weeks and five days since Thane's verdict sealed my fate, since the court of Alphas voted to make me part of Silverfang, a bond I never chose, a future I never wanted.
And every day since then has been a lesson in what it means to suffer.
The room they gave me was beautiful—too beautiful. Gold-stitched curtains, soft rugs, velvet sheets that swallowed me in false warmth. But no matter how fine the space looked, it was still a prison. The walls smelled of lavender and iron, the scent of captivity. Outside the window, the daylight spilled across a field of frost-tipped grass, stretching endlessly toward the Silverfang horizon—but freedom was only a cruel illusion beyond the barred glass.
