FAYE
I stepped out onto the balcony and let the morning air wash over me, cool and soft against my skin.
It had been a while since I felt this kind of peace—this gentle, unburdened quiet that made the world feel still for once. It almost tricked me into believing everything was finally over. That all the chaos, fear, and uncertainty had faded into distant memory.
But it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours.
Just one day since Alexander had won what had easily been the biggest fight of his life. Since Marcus had taken his last breath in that arena. Since the pack had watched the rise—and fall—of a man who had terrorized them for far too long.
Marcus was gone. Gone. The word felt unreal even in my own thoughts.
No more looking over our shoulders.
No more expecting some last-minute stunt
