REINER
For an endless minute, I just stood there, watching the sight in front of me.
My brother … was dead.
And this time, for good.
Four silver bars as wide as cans of coke came out from his body – from his head, his chest, his lower abdomen, and one of his legs.
No one would have survived that – the ever-widening pool of blood at his feet and his very still chest were proof of that.
He was dead.
He was absolutely, completely dead – he couldn’t hurt anybody ever again.
I’d killed him, avenging all the people he’d hurt and killed.
That whole thing … it was over.
My pack was finally safe. My family was finally safe … I was finally safe.
I was only barely aware of the fact that the battle between my pack and his had stopped as soon as he’d died: his wolves had immediatel
