Thomas’s POV
I woke up early, the dim hospital room illuminated by the pale morning light. Anna still slept soundly beside me, the trials of the previous night etched on her face. I couldn't shake off the lingering heaviness in my heart, the aftermath of the rebellion, and the loss of Dawson.
I needed answers, and Smith was the key to understanding the darkness that had tainted our pack. With determination, I left Anna resting peacefully and headed to the room where Smith was being held.
As I entered, Smith's eyes locked onto mine. There was a mix of defiance and regret in his gaze. "Thomas, fancy seeing you here."
Cutting through any small talk, I got straight to the point. "Smith, why? Why did you betray the pack? What were you hoping to achieve?"
Smith leaned back, a sardonic smile
