Julian POV
“You really think you can just walk away from me like this?”
The words did not come from Penelope. They came from the heavy, blood-soaked silence inside my own skull. Asher, my Lycan wolf, was clawing at the walls of my chest, his teeth bared and dripping with a raw, humiliated fury.
I ignored the Beta guards who scrambled out of my path as I stormed down the marble corridor of the auction venue. My boots struck the polished floor with the force of small explosions. Every step felt like a physical failure.
I came here tonight for one thing. The Serlin dagger.
It was a Master-crafted, Alpha-infused blade. The metal was forged with the compressed essence of three dead pack leaders. I already owned the other eleven weapons in the Serlin collection. They were locked securely in
