LOGINClinton's POV I finally break the second I step into my room.The door shuts behind me and all the strength keeping me upright disappears with it. I sit heavily on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, hands covering my face while the silence closes around me slowly.My father is dead.Richard is dead.And Catherine walked away from me with tears in her eyes telling me whatever existed between us was gone forever.Funny how one night can destroy an entire life.I lean forward, gripping my hair tightly while Black curls deeper into himself inside my head.Neither of us speaks.There’s nothing left to say anymore.I spent years fighting for a place in this pack only to lose everything in a single night, and somehow the part ruining me the most isn't the Alpha title or the inheritance or even my father lying dead in his study.It’s the image of Catherine leaving without turning back.The thought alone makes my throat tighten again.My phone suddenly starts ringing against the mattres
The Night I Lost EverythingClinton's POV My fist starts trembling the second the study door closes.My father's blood is still spreading slowly across the carpet between us, dark and thick, and every time my eyes drift toward him, my chest tightens all over again because there's no second chance to say the things I should have said years ago.Valeria notices my shaking hand immediately.A slow smile touches her mouth as she walks toward me without fear.“I can see it all over your face. You want to tear my heart out the same way they tore your father's apart.”The words hit me so hard my vision blurs for a second.“You speak about him as if he meant nothing to you.”My voice cracks.“He was your husband.”She folds her arms calmly. “Not anymore.”“What does that even mean?”“It means he stopped being useful to me the moment he stopped pretending to hate you.”The room goes silent.I feel the words settle slowly inside my chest, and then something inside me snaps so violently Black s
Clinton's POV The second they drag Catherine away, something inside me breaks so hard it almost drops me back to the ground.I force myself up anyway.Pain tears through my body immediately. My vision blurs for a second, and blood runs warmer down my side, soaking through what is left of my shirt, but I keep moving because I can still hear her voice in my head.You can stop pretending now.That hurt more than the wolves did.I drag myself toward the mansion, one hand pressed against the wall for support while Black paces restlessly inside my head.Valeria lied.I know.She promised she would let Catherine go if I defeated the rival pack. My father promised too. That was the deal. That was the only reason I kept fighting after my body started shutting down.And now Catherine is underground in that dungeon, waiting for execution.Black snarls viciously.We should kill every single one of them.Maybe we should.The thought settles too easily inside me.I climb the stairs slowly, boots l
Catherine's POV They drag me through a narrow hallway underground before throwing me into a dark cell that smells of urine, blood, and something rotten buried beneath both.My knees hit the floor first. Pain shoots through them instantly, but I barely react anymore. Tonight has exhausted something deep inside me, something bigger than fear.The metal door slams shut behind me with a loud echo that bounces through the dungeon.I stay there on the ground, staring at the dirty concrete beneath my hands.So this is their dungeon.I already know what it is the moment I see the cages lining the walls across from mine.The air feels heavy down here.No sunlight.No fresh air.Just darkness and suffering packed tightly into concrete walls.Funny. For creatures who keep calling humans monsters, they built this place very easily.I slowly pull myself toward the wall and sit down, folding my knees against my chest. The cold seeps through my clothes almost immediately. My body aches everywhere n
Catherine's POV Amy drops in front of me so fast her knees slam into the dirt. Blood and ash stain the front of her clothes, her face swollen from crying, hands trembling as they reach for me before stopping halfway.“I know sorry won't fix what I did to you. I know I don't deserve…”“I'm glad you know.”The words leave my mouth colder than I expect. Maybe colder than she deserves. I don't care.Around us, the crowd goes quiet again. They keep watching me with those careful expressions that make my skin crawl now, as if they're trying to decide whether I'm something to pity or something to fear.“I don't plan on forgiving you,” I say. “Any of you.”Amy flinches. I finally stand and brush the dirt from my palms.My eyes drift back to Clinton.He's still on the ground where I left him, barely holding himself upright. Blood runs from the corner of his mouth, down his neck, and across his chest. His breathing looks painful. Every inhale drags through him unevenly.A small part of me stil
Catherine's POV I close my eyes because I can't watch them tear him apart any longer.The sounds alone are enough.Growls. Flesh ripping. Bodies slamming against the ground hard enough to shake the dirt beneath my feet.Then another growl rises behind me.Low.Close.My eyes open slowly.And my heart nearly stops.Two wolves stand a few feet away from me, one to my left and the other to my right. Their eyes stay fixed on me without blinking, huge bodies tense beneath dark fur stained with blood that probably doesn't belong to them alone.I try to move.Nothing happens.My legs feel frozen in place.For one stupid second, I actually think maybe if I stay still enough, they won't attack me, but then one takes a slow step forward and I realize how ridiculous that thought is.These things kill people.I've seen it with my own eyes tonight.I turn back toward Clinton before panic completely takes over me.He's still fighting.Still trying.But the longer I watch, the clearer it becomes th
Catherine's POV I'm standing in front of the mirror…half dressed, half stressed, and fully annoyed…because this dress clearly has a personal problem with me. It went on just fine, no drama, no warning, and now the zipper has decided it’s going to act stubborn for absolutely no reason.I twist a li
Catherine's POV I push him away and walk back into the room, trying to act normal, trying to pretend my heart isn’t pounding so hard it feels loud enough to echo off the walls.Behind me, I hear the faint drag of bags against the floor, steady and unbothered, like nothing just happened, like he di
Danny's POV I swear I try to think about something else as I walk…anything at all. School, classes, the fact that I haven’t eaten, even the weather would’ve been fine. But no, my brain decides to replay that scene on a loop like it’s my favorite movie.Her hand on his collar.The way she pulled hi
Clinton's POV My father stands from his bed so suddenly that the air in the room shifts before I even register what is coming. I barely have time to steady myself, barely time to form another sentence, when he closes the distance between us.The slap lands before thought catches up.My head snaps







