Kiera's P.O.V.
The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic, as Kalon’s body slumped to the ground. I didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. His life had ended the moment he thought he could come near my son.
I stood over him, my blade still dripping, watching as the last remnants of whatever fight he had left drained away. I didn’t feel anything—no triumph, no satisfaction. Just certainty.
A mother’s duty was absolute.
Slowly, I lifted my gaze. Rowan was still there, still frozen, his body rigid as if he hadn’t yet processed what just happened. But I saw the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fists clenched at his sides.
Good. Let him understand.
He wasn’t just dealing with a pack anymore. He was dealing with me. And I did not forgive.
The firelight flickered between us, cas
