Chapter 66: Masks and Memories
Elara’s POV
“Captains, it's great to have you here.”
The voice sliced through the murmuring hall...warm, too warm.
I turned, and there he was.
Beta Dan.
Smiling.
Smiling like he hadn’t stood over my bloodied body once upon a time and laughed while I bled, r***d me along with his Alpha. Like he hadn’t dragged me through the mud and watched warriors masturbate to my nakedness. Like he hadn’t carved my name off the pack registry without so much as a blink.
He looked exactly the same.
Same pristine uniform. Same squared jaw. Same soft voice painted over a soul made of glass and rot. If death wore a mask, it would wear his face.
My entire body stiffened. Ice flooded my limbs. Myra let out a deep growl inside my mind.
“No,” she warned, sharp and cutting.
