DAMIAN
Un-f*****g-believable.
Ethan Blackwood—Alpha, terror of the East, the guy who once shattered a rogue’s femur just by glaring too hard, was currently chained to a reinforced stone pillar, drenched in sweat and fury, dragging against the restraints like a rabid animal.
Perfect.
He was supposed to make Silas work for it. Tire him out. Dance around him the way he always does with me when we’re trying to kill each other.
But no, the i***t made it so easy to capture him, walked straight into a trap, heart-first. I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a migraine bloom behind my eyes.
When I watched the Black Moon Pack storm Silas’s den, I actually thought Ethan had a strategy. A formation. A plan that didn’t involve immediate humiliation. Something worthy of a Blackwood Alpha.
