Keiran – Repercussions
It was just after 11:15 pm. when I finally made it back to the packhouse.
Sober.
Sober… and still reeling.
I could still feel it—his spine tearing like paper in my hand. I’d actually done it. Ripped that bastard’s head clean off. No hesitation. No warning. I know we talk about that s**t like it’s a casual threat—“I’ll rip your damn head off”—but we don’t do it. Not really. Not unless there’s war.
And never to a lycan.
My boots echoed softly down the polished hallway as I made my way up to the Alpha floor. The silence of the house pressed in around me—too heavy, too expectant.
That’s when I saw her.
My mother.
Stepping out of my father’s office.
She was still beautiful—always would be—but tonight, she looked… drained. Dimmed. The weight of everything he puts
