Emily's POV
I had spent weeks preparing myself for this moment.
For the heartbreak.
For the pain of walking away.
But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared me for this.
A week had passed since Alpha Radnor took his final breath.
His body had been found deep in the woods, mangled beyond recognition. The official report? A rogue attack—brutal, merciless, a fitting end for a tyrant.
Julian didn't question it.
And we intended to keep it that way.
But what we hadn't expected?
The victims he left behind finally finding their voices.
Monica had fled. She took the money, the passport, and her chance at a new life without looking back. She never contacted us, but I liked to think she was finally free.
The rest of the Black Moon Pack? They wasted no time turning on him.
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