CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The fire at the center of camp crackles angrily, mirroring the heat in my chest. I watch as Roman paces before it, his brown eyes flickering with the flames that reflect his inner turmoil. I can't hold back any longer; the frustration that's been building like a storm inside me breaks free.
"Roman!" My voice slices through the tension that’s settled over the camp like a shroud. He stops mid-pace and turns to face me, his expression betraying the concern he tries to hide behind the stoic mask of an Alpha. "Why did you call for a retreat? Vee was right there—we could have saved her!"
His jaw clenches, muscles working beneath the surface of his tanned skin. I see the strain in his posture, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him, but my anger doesn’t wane. It’s
