ALEK POV
The early morning chill stung my skin as I stepped into the rink, the memory of Dad’s claws still fresh on my body. My muscles ached, my head pounded, but none of that compared to the fire burning inside me.
I hated him. I hated the way he made Alan take the brunt of it, the way Aaron and I had to sit there and watch until it was our turn. I hated how he justified it all with his bullshit excuses about making us stronger. As if getting beaten half to death every morning would somehow make us into better Alphas.
*One day, he’ll pay,* Night growled in my mind, his deep, rough voice curling like smoke. *I’ll make him.*
“We’ll make him,” I muttered under my breath, ignoring the flicker of disappointment from my wolf.
Night always wanted action. He was relentless, always r
