The forest is *silent*.
The scent of *pine* and *blood* and *victory* is thick in the air, *cloying*, *intoxicating*. The ex-fiancé’s pack is *gone*—*torn* apart by their own *claws*, their own *teeth*, their own *blood*.
And me.
*Fuck.*
I *did* that.
I *controlled* them.
I *made* them *kill* their own *leader*.
*Fuck.*
The pack *surrounds* me, their dark eyes *burning*, their voices a low, hungry *growl*.
Knox’s dark eyes are *black* with hunger, his voice a growl. *"You were *f*****g* incredible, omega."*
I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"I *know*."*
His smirk is *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"And you’re *ours*."*
I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"Don’t *push* it, asshole."*
His dark eyes *flash*, his voice a growl. *"Oh, little omega…"* His hand *finds* my chin, h
