Xavier
We were close to my pack’s territory now—the Phantom Reapers.
The cold air bit through my cloak, sharp and bitter, but my body didn’t feel it. My mind was too full. Still echoing with the sound of her voice. Her anger. Her disbelief.
Serena.
Our conversation replayed in my head like a broken loop. The way she looked at me—like I was something poisonous. Like I’d gutted her without a blade.
But I told her the truth.
Brutal. Honest. Necessary.
She deserved that, didn’t she?
And yet...
My wolf growled low inside me, restless, unhappy.
She’s ours, he snapped. You hurt her.
“She needed to hear it,” I muttered aloud, fists clenched.
You scared her. She thinks we’ll use her like the rest.
I ignored him and headed for her tent. I needed to check on her. Maybe explain. Not that
