“You killed my son!?” Luna Tina shrieked, voice cutting through the room like a jagged blade.
She wasn’t even trying to hold it together. Her raw scream echoed off the walls as she stood over the lifeless body I’d returned to them, eyes wide and wild. Her grief was loud, and her rage didn’t leave much room for reality.
Seriously, though? All that screeching wasn’t doing her any favors. Standing there, red-faced and trembling, she looked less like a grieving mother and more like someone trying to rewrite the narrative with sheer volume.
Alpha Jack didn’t flinch. He stood steady beside her, his expression somber but clear-headed. He shook his head slowly, the kind of gesture that carried more weight than words. “Beta Colton,” he said, voice low and deliberate, “I’ve never known you to be
