Karen’s POV
He stood there, the moonlight hitting half his face.
For a second, I saw the Alpha everyone feared but then, I saw the man underneath, the one who looked just as lost as I felt.
“I needed to talk,” he said.
“I thought we already did,” I answered, folding my arms. “You made your choice.”
“I didn’t,” he said quickly. “I just… can’t make the kind you want.”
My heart sank. “So you really won’t do it.”
He exhaled. “You’re asking me to hunt down ghosts, Karen. To dig into a murder that could tear two packs apart.”
“That’s the condition,” I said softly but firmly. “If you want this to work if you meant what you said then you’ll find out who killed Xavier’s mother, and who’s behind the rogues. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?” he asked, voice rising just a little.
I met his eyes.
