Sebastian’s POV:
The night air bit at my skin as I crouched atop the ancient watchtower just beyond the pack grounds. Below me, the courtyard burned in fits of orange and red light, shadows leaping like living things across the stone walls. Smoke curled up into the starless sky, carrying with it the scent of fear and panic.
I felt nothing but satisfaction.
This chaos was mine. I had orchestrated every moment. From the quiet hush before the blast to the roar of terror that now echoed through the halls, it was all by design. Sympathy? Guilt? They were luxuries I abandoned long ago.
Tonight, I was the storm’s eye.
I let my mind drift back to the night Flora found me in the moonlit woods. She had come to me trembling, eyes wide with fear and anger.
“I can’t stand it,” she whispered. “He
