The cold grey walls haunted you every single day, when you had already lost track of how long you had been here. Your body ached, your stomach gurgled, and your skin was covered in dark marks, scars and bruises. Your eyes were glassy, ​​your throat was dry. The sounds of screams, torture machines echoed in your ears.

Your colleagues. That was them. The ones you considered family. The ones you trusted with your life, believed the papers that were written about you. There was only false information in it, in which you were not privy. But they believed these vile lies. The worst thing is, your partner, Blade, believed it, turning against you. How many blows they dealt, how many things they told you.

The hunters hurried towards your cell before stopping, looking through the glass at your figure, who had shifted in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. Now you looked more like a lost puppy that had been beaten and abandoned on the streets than a vicious Stellaron hunter who mercilessly killed everyone in his path.

Blade's furious eyes stared at you, while he clenched his fists tightly. It had been so hard to keep his Mara without you lately, that he had almost killed everyone in the base. He missed your presence, but he thought you were a traitor. Now he realizes how wrong he was when the silver wolf tested the system, proving to all the hunters that you were innocent.

He roared and literally flew into your cell, slamming the door behind him. The others could only watch with sympathy as he approached your trembling figure, who he knew did not want to see him. They knew they could not stop him now: he was literally furious. And now he only needed to earn your trust again. The ray of sunshine of your character that he kept in his heart.

He knelt down in front of you, reaching out to pull you into a tight embrace, pressing you against his chest. His hands dug into your back as he buried his face in your hair. He even seemed to be on the verge of tears, which was extremely surprising for someone like him.