Nate's POV
The fire crackled in the corner of the dimly lit room, casting long, flickering shadows on the stone walls. I paced back and forth, my boots echoing against the cold floor. My mind raced, swirling with thoughts of vengeance. I could still feel the sting of the wound Bustan had inflicted on me in our last encounter, but that pain was nothing compared to the seething rage that boiled within me.
"Bustan thinks he can take everything from me," I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white. "He thinks he can steal my power, my pack… He thinks because he's a Lycan he can oppress and defeat me.”
The very thought of Olivia—my Olivia—being with Bustan sent a fresh wave of fury through me. Olivia had been mine to claim, and yet my own twin h
