He Faked Our Bond—Then My Child Was Taken From MeChapter 1

Elira’s POV

The first sound I heard after five long years was fireworks bursting across the sky.

A sudden crack tore through the air—bright, violent, almost unreal. I stood frozen in the middle of the Winterfell Pack’s banquet hall. Above me, chandeliers glittered like falling stars. Music rolled through the walls. Laughter overlapped laughter. Everything came crashing in at once. Too much. Too sharp. My ears rang painfully, like my body couldn’t decide whether to accept sound again or reject it.

It was January 1st. The first day of the year.

The day my silence ended.

“Mommy!” My son, Ezra, was tugging at the hem of my dress, but I couldn’t even turn to him right away. Every little thing felt amplified—the clink of crystal glasses, wolves cheering in celebration, the orchestra warming up for another piece, even the soft fabric brushing against my skin.

I forgot how loud the world really was.

For a second, I just stood there, unable to breathe properly.

Five years ago, everything sound-related had disappeared from me in an instant. My world had gone completely quiet.