My life had dissolved into a nightmare loop I couldn't wake from.
I still didn't know if Dante was alive or dead. Mila Petrova had been exiled into the cold night because of me. And Liam... Liam was becoming a stranger.
After I confessed the truth about Dante being my uncle, I thought Liam might show mercy. I thought knowing the history of our bloodlines—the fact that his grandfather had slaughtered my family—would soften him.
It didn't.
He exiled Mila anyway.
He stood on the front steps of the Pack House, his face carved from granite, and pronounced her sentence. Rogue. He stripped her of her pack status, her protection, and her home.
He made me stand beside him while he did it. He gripped my hand, his fingers interlaced with mine, forcing me to be a silent accomplice to his cruelty
