CHAPTER 17
THE WAR WITHIN
RORY’S POV
The night air was cold against my skin as I stepped out of Renzo’s chambers. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, my wolf clawing at me, desperate to turn back.
"Go to him."
I gritted my teeth, forcing my steps forward. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.
Renzo deserved this. Every second of it.
But my body didn’t believe me. Neither did my wolf.
I was still shaking when I rounded the corner—and crashed into someone.
“Elara?”
My sister grabbed my arms, steadying me. Her eyes were bright, almost… eager. “I heard.”
My stomach twisted. “Heard what?”
“The Alpha.” Elara’s fingers tightened around mine. “They say he’s greatly injured. That he’s in pain.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips. “And you—you’re the white wolf, Ro
