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“I Never Loved You. I Only Needed Your Grave.” — She Pressed Her Bleeding Hand Against the Storm King’s Tomb as the Earth Began to Scream / Chapter 6 / 10

Chapter 6 - THE ASHES OF THE PAST

Silence settled over the Great Hall, broken only by the crackling of frost spreading across the stone walls. The Haltorn Pack leaders lay prostrate on the flagstones, their arrogant authority stripped away by the sheer, overwhelming presence of the Storm King and the girl they had once treated as a servant.

Jorah walked slowly toward the high table where the chief elder knelt, his hands trembling as he clutched his ceremonial staff to his chest. She stopped just inches from him, looking down with a cold, detached clarity. For years, this room had been the source of her nightmares—a place of endless scrubbing, hunger, and physical abuse. Now, it looked small, pathetic, and fragile.

"You took my childhood," Jorah said quietly, her voice carrying easily through the cavernous hall. "You took my memories, my family, and my wolf, locking them away in the dark because you were afraid of a power you couldn't control."

"We... we were protecting the balance," the elder wheezed, his eyes darting fearfully toward Dawn, who stood a few paces back, his amber eyes burning like molten metal. "The northern bloodlines... they are too dangerous—"

"Balance?" Dawn interjected, his deep voice vibrating through the floorboards. He stepped forward, the air around him shimmering with heat. "You call greed and slavery a balance? You stole a child's soul to anchor my grave, hoping to siphon our power until nothing was left of us."

"We didn't mean for you to wake," the elder whispered.

"That was your fatal mistake," Dawn replied coldly.

Jorah raised her hand. The silver-laced blood on her palm pulsed with a brilliant, blinding light. She didn't strike the elder; instead, she pressed her hand against the massive wooden table. The ancient runes carved into the oak—the very symbols the pack had used for generations to suppress rogue magic—shattered into dust.

A shockwave of golden light swept outward through the hall, stripping every pack elder of their synthetic magic, leaving them ordinary, vulnerable mortals.

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"You are no longer pack leaders," Jorah declared, her voice ringing with absolute authority. "You are exiles. Leave this place before the storm finishes what it started."

Without a word, the elders scrambled backward on their hands and knees, fleeing frantically through the shattered oak doors into the freezing blizzard outside, never to return.

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