DOMINIC
I made a fool of myself the last time, all thanks to f*****g Ryk. And the last thing I need right now is getting entangled in all this s**t again. I need space. Out. Away.
And as much as that stubborn bastard doesn't want to admit it, Ryk has no say in this. Not anymore.
The pack comes first. And as much as I hate the drama, it's dawning on me, we need an alliance. Another pack.
The Shadow Pack has to be brought down. I've had enough nightmares. Enough breakdowns. Enough memories I don't f*****g want to remember.
They're scars. Scars I want buried.
Scars I never want to see ripped open again.
"We can't do this alone," Xylus says behind me, voice low, steady, like he's reading my thoughts.
"We need allies."
I don't turn. My jaw locks tight.
I've been dreading this moment,
