ADRAIN POV
I told Drek to get the team ready.
Today was the last day of Dawson.
Knock! Knock!
"Come in!"
Elisa walked inside, a glass of blood in her hand.
"You didn't rest the whole night. Take this—it will make you feel better."
"Thanks. Is the team ready?"
She nodded.
I stared out the window into the darkness.
My jaw tightened.
My hands curled into fists.
I'm coming for you, my sister.
And this time...
Nobody would stop me.
EIRA POV
"Your ankle is fine. Just a small sprain."
"Take these medicines."
"Can I go to college?" I asked, pleading with my eyes.
"Not today. But tomorrow, yes."
I nodded, disappointed.
I hated lying in bed.
With a sigh, I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through novels online.
Then one title caught my eye.
Werewolves.
I stared at it.
Do they exist?
I snorted.
What am I even thinking?
But then another thought slipped into my mind.
How did Adrain make those wolves run away?
No.
Absolutely not.
I wasn't thinking about him today.
Still...
One day, I was definitely asking him.
Shaking my head, I opened a romance novel instead.
ANDY POV
My eyes slowly opened.
Pain.
It was everywhere.
In my bones.
My muscles.
My soul.
Even breathing hurt.
The room was empty.
Silent.
Yet it felt suffocating.
Every memory came rushing back.
Every nightmare.
Every scream.
Every wound I had spent years healing.
I remembered Elisa wrapping her arms around me when I woke up crying.
I remembered Mike standing outside my room for hours because I was afraid to sleep.
I remembered Adrain promising nobody would ever hurt me again.
They had spent years helping me rebuild myself.
Years helping me heal.
And now...
I was back here.
Tears streamed down my face.
Would I ever see them again?
Would I ever go home?
The door suddenly slammed open.
Fear instantly consumed me.
I curled into the corner, trembling violently.
My heart pounded so hard it hurt.
I didn't need to look.
I knew who it was.
My tears betrayed me.
He knelt before me and grabbed my chin.
Pain shot through my jaw.
He forced me to look at him.
Then, without a word, he lifted me and carried me into another room.
White walls.
Black furniture.
A prison disguised as luxury.
He dropped me onto the bed.
"Go. Clean yourself. Wear this."
His voice was cold.
Commanding.
He handed me a black dress.
My stomach dropped.
Too revealing.
Too humiliating.
Too familiar.
A fresh wave of panic crashed over me.
Oh God...
What is he planning?
I wanted to scream.
Wanted to run.
But years of fear held me prisoner.
So I took the dress and disappeared into the bathroom.
Silent sobs shook my body as I changed.
"Are you coming? Or should I come get you?"
His voice thundered from outside.
Sharp.
Impatient.
Dangerous.
My entire body trembled as I stepped out.
Before I could react, his arm wrapped around my waist.
Dragging me against him.
"We're going to make love tonight, baby," he whispered.
His smile made my blood run cold.
The room spun.
"P...Please... Please, let me go!"
I was crying now.
Begging.
Desperate.
"Baby, keep quiet. I don't want to hear your screaming."
His voice dropped lower.
Darker.
"Don't ruin my mood. Don't make me angry."
Something snapped inside me.
I shoved him with everything I had.
For a second—
He stumbled.
Shock flashed across his face.
Then came the rage.
Terrifying.
Explosive.
He stormed toward me.
The room seemed to shake beneath his fury.
And then—
BOOM!
The door exploded inward.
The entire room froze.
Adrain stood there.
His chest rising and falling.
His eyes glowing with pure fury.
Death itself had just entered the room.
For one brief second, his gaze found mine.
And instantly softened.
Relief.
Pain.
Guilt.
All in a single glance.
Then he looked at Dawson.
And hell broke loose.
He crossed the room in a blur.
One hand wrapped around Dawson's throat.
The next second—
The wall cracked.
"I TOLD YOU—IF YOU EVER TOUCHED HER AGAIN, THIS WOULD BE YOUR LAST DAY!"
The room shook with his roar.
Years of rage erupted from him.
Years of guilt.
Years of hatred.
Years of promises.
Every punch carried all of it.
"HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON HER!"
Dawson crashed into the floor.
Blood covered his face.
But Adrain wasn't finished.
Not even close.
"Andy!"
His voice cut through the chaos.
"Come here."
I couldn't move.
Fear still chained me in place.
Adrain walked toward me.
His hands gently wrapped around mine.
A complete contrast to the monster lying on the floor.
"Do it, Andy."
His voice softened.
"I know you can."
My tears fell harder.
"Do it for Dustin."
His thumb brushed away a tear.
"Do it for yourself."
Dawson laughed.
Even broken.
Even bleeding.
He laughed.
"She can't."
Blood stained his teeth.
"She loves me."
Silence.
Then something inside me shattered.
Not fear.
Not pain.
Rage.
Pure rage.
Years of suffering exploded inside my chest.
I ran toward him.
"You don't love me!"
My scream echoed through the room.
"YOU RAPED ME!"
Every word carried years of agony.
"You destroyed my life!"
The tears wouldn't stop.
Neither would my anger.
"YOU ARE A MONSTER!"
Everything I had buried.
Everything I had survived.
Everything he had taken.
I threw it all back at him.
And when I finally couldn't fight anymore—
Strong arms wrapped around me.
Pulling me back.
Holding me together.
"Shhh..."
Adrain's voice trembled.
"It's over."
His hand stroked my hair.
"He's dead."
For the first time in years...
I believed it.
"Everything is all right."
His voice broke.
"Sorry. I wasn't able to protect you."
I buried my face in his chest and cried.
"No..."
My voice cracked.
"You DID protect me."
Adrain closed his eyes.
Then looked at Dawson one final time.
His gaze was merciless.
Cold.
Final.
"Burn him."
Drek stepped forward immediately.
Only then did I realize he was there.
"Are you okay?"
His voice was filled with concern.
I couldn't speak.
I only nodded.
When we stepped outside, bodies covered the ground.
The battle was over.
The nightmare was over.
And then—
"Andy!"
Elisa.
She ran toward me.
The moment she wrapped her arms around me, I broke completely.
Not from fear.
Not from pain.
But from relief.
Because after years of running...
After years of nightmares...
After years of surviving...
I was finally free.