Gavin
I told him to fight me.
I told my father—the man who raised me, trained me, bled beside me—that I would take his title or take his life.
And I meant it.
…Didn’t I?
The training room is empty. The lights dimmed. My shirt clings to me with sweat, the thick scent of fury and adrenaline still hanging in the air. My fists are bruised from punching the wall, and yet I feel nothing. Just… hollow.
Arrax is pacing. He hasn’t stopped since the moment I walked away from Dean. His fury is a drumbeat in my skull, louder than reason.
“He made you weak. He made you wait. He couldn’t protect her. Couldn’t keep what was yours safe. And now he stands in your way.”
My wolf wants blood. He wants vengeance—for Taryn, for the pain of being rejected, for every night spent alone in a training camp w
