KEEGAN POV
I didn’t sneak in.
Didn’t tiptoe. Didn’t hide.
I barged through the front entrance of the pack house like I owned the place—because there was no point in waiting or hiding.
I was done waiting. I’d take back what belonged to me.
My brother.
My Katherine.
Kendrick’s voice echoed in my mind from earlier, warning me to keep low, move stealthy, stay quiet. "You’re the safeline," he’d said.
Yeah?
F*ck that.
A safeline is useless when your blood is boiling, your soul screaming, and your bones vibrating with the rage of betrayal. I wasn’t going to wait another second. Not when Katherine was in there. Not when my brother was still nowhere to be found.
I wasn’t here to save.
I was here to reclaim.
And burn everything else to the goddamn ground.
Rebecca and Aurora didn’t even
