WESLEY’S POV
“You… killed him?!”
The words cracked from Wesley’s throat like thunder splitting the sky, raw and merciless. His voice lashed across the training hall, sharp enough to make even the oldest, hardiest warriors flinch back as though struck. Dust quivered from the rafters. Torches along the walls hissed in their sconces, as if the flames themselves recoiled from his fury.
He stalked forward, every step echoing like a death knell, until the scarred Moonshade wolf found himself trapped against the shadowed corner. The warrior stood tall by instinct, his shoulders broad, his arms hardened from decades of battle, but under Wesley’s blazing eyes, he faltered. He tried to hold his Alpha’s gaze, but the fire there was too much.
“I…I followed your orders, Alpha,” the wolf stammered,
