UNFORGIVABLE
RORY'S POV
“Elara! Where have you been?”
I ran toward her, but she stepped back.
I swallowed hard. “I deserve that. But, Elara—your face.” My voice wavered as I took in the bruises. “Did Alpha Renzo touch you?”
She didn’t answer. Her eyes, sharp and burning with rage, locked onto mine.
“Rory, what have you done to avenge our mother’s death?”
My breath hitched. “Elara, it’s a process. I have to be careful—”
“Careful?” She laughed, but it was hollow, bitter. “You’ve done nothing. Nothing! And you’re the reason she burned!”
“Elara, stop.” My voice barely held.
“All you do is sit here, playing his little mate,” she spat.
“That’s not true.”
“Then show me.” She stepped closer, eyes flashing. “Show me what you’ve done!”
I clenched my fists. “He’s immortal, Elara! I can
