Kael POV
Something breaks inside me. Something fundamental and irreversible. The man I was five minutes ago—the one who believed in mercy, in justice, in the possibility of redemption—that man is gone. In his place is someone darker, someone who understands perfectly why some people need to suffer before they die.
“Afterward,” Magnus Blackwood continues, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s ensuring his own slow, painful torture with every word, “I made sure everyone in the pack understood that Elena’s death was a lesson. That her daughter would live only as long as she remembered her place. As long as she served the pack without complaint and never, ever tried to leave.”
My voice, when I finally find it, doesn’t sound like my own. It’s colder, deadlier, the voice of a man who’s l
