POV The Trap
The forest pulsed with menace. Wolves ringed the clearing, their growls low and hungry, eyes gleaming gold in the darkness. In the center stood Derrick — broad, scarred, and terrifyingly calm.
“Welcome home, Kimberly,” he said again, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.
I shifted Louis gently to the ground, my shadows curling protectively around him. “Home?” I spat, my voice low. “You destroyed that word the night you rejected me.”
Derrick chuckled, stepping closer, his eyes burning with that old, cruel amusement. “You were weak then. Foolish. You begged me to love you. Tell me—do you still beg?”
I straightened, blood drying on my hands, the shadows pulsing in time with my heart. “No. I don’t beg anymore.”
The wolves tensed, but Derrick lifted a hand, silenci
