Page 66 of Knot Broken

Odette

August 10th

9:45 P.M

I step carefully onto the front porch, the laughter and warmth of the gathering fading behind me into quiet murmurs. The night air is cool against my flushed skin, refreshing and calming after so many hours surrounded by smiling faces and careful glances of concern. The pack means well, but their gentle worry is exhausting in its own way.

The door clicks softly behind me, and I glance up to find Henry joining me quietly, his broad shoulders relaxed but eyes alert. Always watching, always guarding. It’s both comforting and maddening.

“You alright, O?” Henry asks softly, keeping his voice gentle.

I exhale slowly, folding my arms around myself against the evening chill. “I’m getting there.”

He nods quietly, his gaze steady and understanding. Henry’s never pushed, never forced conversation. He simply stands beside me, a reassuring shadow. We remain silent for a few moments, both listening to the soft hum of night sounds, the distant rustle of leaves, the quiet peace of this sanctuary that Violet and her alphas have built.

But peace doesn’t last—never for us.

“Henry?” My voice comes out quieter than I intend.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

I hesitate, chewing on the words for a moment before finally letting them out. “It’s not over, is it?”

Henry doesn’t pretend to misunderstand. He sighs softly, rubbing a gentle hand over his jaw. “No. It’s not.”

I stare out into the darkness beyond the porch, heart tightening with both fear and anger. Shadows stretch long, concealing whatever lies waiting for us. “Whoever hurt me—whoever’s behind it—”

“We’ll find them,” Henry promises, voice firm and unwavering. “I won’t let them near you again.”

I glance up at him, grateful for his strength, though deep down I know it’s not that simple. It never is.

My fingers unconsciously brush the bruises that used to be on my wrists, reminders of the pain I’ve fought to overcome. “They tried to break me, Henry. They almost did.”

He moves closer, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “But they didn’t.”

I meet his gaze, something fierce igniting in my chest. “No, they didn’t. And when they come again—”

“We’ll be ready,” Henry finishes softly, eyes flashing with protective fury. “You’re stronger than they realize, Odette. Stronger than even you realize.”

I let the weight of his words sink in, drawing courage from the quiet strength beside me. He’s right. Whatever comes next, I won’t face it alone.

Inside, Violet’s laughter echoes softly through the door, a bright spot of hope in the quiet darkness. I inhale deeply, steadying myself.

“Good,” I whisper softly, more to myself than anyone else. “Because I have a feeling it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”

Henry nods grimly, eyes serious. “Then we’ll face it head-on.”

Together, we stand quietly in the darkness—watchful, determined, ready.

Whatever comes next, I’ll meet it head-on.

The end for now…

I know! Please don’t hate me! The story continues with Odette. Who hurt her? What about the omega fights? How do you take on a government black ops faction? I promise the things left unsaid will be revealed in the last book in the Bound and Broken series.

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