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🌙 Missing Pieces: How a Champion Werewolf Warrior Found Herself Drugged and Vulnerable 🐺🌙 Experience the Terror of Losing Connection With Your Wolf as You Wake Up Covered in Mysterious Bite Marks 💔 ---- The rhythmic thud of my kicks against the practice dummy echoed through Silver Moon's training arena. Early morning sunlight streamed through the high windows, painting golden stripes across the polished wooden floor. As the pack alpha's daughter, I spent most of my mornings here, pushing myself harder than anyone else. My mother, Olivia, had been Silver Moon's strongest female warrior. Six years ago, she sacrificed herself to save the Shadow Fang alpha's son during a wild wolf hunt. Some called it a tragedy, but I knew better. My mother died as she lived – protecting others. I paused mid-kick, something feeling off. My movements were sluggish, lacking their usual precision. The room swayed slightly, and I had to grab the dummy for balance. This wasn't right. I'd inherited my mother's warrior physique and my father's alpha strength – this kind of weakness wasn't normal for me. "Focus, Aria," I muttered, trying to shake off the growing fog in my head. Another kick, but my leg trembled traitorously. My water bottle sat on the nearby bench– the one Bella had handed me at breakfast with her usual fake smile. My step-sister, always playing the perfect daughter in front of our father. "Here, sis," she'd said, voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Staying hydrated is so important for our champion warrior." , I took another sip, the liquid cool against my throat. There was something... different about the taste. "You're just being paranoid," I told myself, but the words came out slightly slurred. My wolf, usually a constant warm presence in my mind, felt unusually quiet. Buzz of my phone startled me so badly I almost dropped it. A message from Emma, my best friend since childhood. The message lit up my phone screen, each word making my heart beat faster: ARIA HELP!! @ Mountain View Resort room 302 Something's wrong - I'm scared HURRY!! My fingers tightened around the phone. Emma's messages were usually full of emojis and laughter, not this raw panic. Many people couldn't handle being friends with the alpha's daughter. But Emma was different. She'd been there when my mother died. "Just hold it together," I muttered to myself, fumbling with my car keys. The training arena's exit seemed miles away, the corridor stretching endlessly before me. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, but I forced myself forward. The silence in my head grew deafening with each step. Where Cassandra had always been– my wolf – there was nothing but emptiness. "Cassie?" I reached out through our mental bond, the way I had thousands of times before. Nothing. Not even an echo. "Come on, Cassandra, don't do this to me." My mental voice grew more desperate. "I need you." But there was only silence. The kind of silence that made you realize how much noise you'd grown used to. The kind that felt like loss. The drive to Mountain View Resort was a blur. My hands kept slipping on the steering wheel, and the road seemed to ripple like a heat mirage. By the time I parked, my whole body felt weighted down with lead. Room 302's door wasn't just unlocked – it was slightly ajar. "Em?" My voice came out slurred. "You here?" The room spun as I stepped inside. My wolf – my constant companion since childhood – was completely silent. Not just quiet, but gone, like someone had carved out a piece of my soul. "No..." I grabbed for the wall as my knees buckled. "What...?" Heavy footsteps approached from behind. I tried to turn, to fight, but my body wouldn't respond. The last thing I saw was the carpet rushing up to meet me as darkness claimed my vision. My body tried to resist, limbs moving feebly against the fabric, but the darkness was too strong, pulling me under like a tide. I couldn't tell if I screamed or if that was just in my head. Everything faded into a black void, I fell into a coma. Consciousness returned like shattered glass, each shard bringing new waves of pain. The sunlight stabbing through the cheap hotel curtains was too bright, too harsh against my pounding head. My entire body felt heavy, wrong. Every attempt at movement sent fire racing through my muscles. The scratchy comforter scraped against my skin as I shifted, and the realization hit me like ice water - I was completely n*ked. Where were my clothes? Why couldn't I remember? Wrapping the blanket around my trembling body, I stumbled toward the bathroom. The fluorescent light flickered to life with an angry buzz, revealing my reflection in the mirror. My breath caught in my throat. Deep purple marks decorated my neck, stark against my pale skin. My gaze traveled lower, to the constellation of bite marks scattered across my collarbones and chest and even waist.
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