“Jonas is dead,” she sobs. “My mate is dead.”
“Good.”
“It hurts. It hurts so much. I had no idea it would feel like this.”
The alpha slaps her hard across the face. “With your dad dead, we can take over.”
“Take over what? Everyone is gone, and she’ll kill us, too.”
The guy turns, and I finally figure out why he seems so familiar. It’s Liam, the best friend who set Casey up to be gang raped. The one who helped create those screams.
He’s dead on principle.
And I’m going to make it last a while. Slow and painful. But…I look back to where I can feel the pack.
She needs justice.
“Liam, please, I can’t,” Cindel sobs.
“Get your fucking act together, you stupid slut.”
“Stop it, you’re hurting me.”
“I’ll make it hurt all right.”
He punches into her several times. I frown at her expression of shock. She crumples into his arms, and he simply tosses her to the ground. It’s only then that I realise that she’s dead.
The callousness of the act stuns me.
I stand up and follow him. As soon as he sees a group of alphas, he rushes to them, pretending to be helpless, like he didn’t just murder the alpha’s daughter. Who even is this piece of shit?
“Help! Please help!”
He pants and grabs hold of an alpha’s arm. Several wolves from my pack charge into the group. I watch as he shoves an alpha into the path of one of our wolves and runs away.
This cowardly, sneaky behaviour isn’t fit for a wolf pack.
I trail after him, not making a sound.
I hear a noise and turn my head, finding my father beside me. The days in prison haven’t affected him at all. He’s scary and totally committed to this hunt.
It’s like the old days.
A healing.
We hunt Liam relentlessly, and when he thinks he’s escaped, I get around him and howl, snarling. We drive him in a huge circle around their shitty neighbourhood. Every time he starts to relax, my father or I appear, charging him and forcing him to run. He fears us, but then I think he knows we know what he’s done. When he stumbles, I signal to my father, and we come at him from both sides, driving him straight through the middle of the deserted neighborhood.
He runs up the main street, his eyes wide. Whirling and looking back at us, begging, pleading.
We are relentless, and every time he tries to veer off, he finds his path blocked by wolves.
Fear stinks up the air. I step out, finally letting him really see me, recognise me. His eyes are wide as he looks me up and down.
Hazard blocks another street, his head down, teeth bared. My father and the twins’ mother block another one. Angel appears like a ghost. Riot walks out of the darkness.
I wait until I feel him. Khaos walks up the street.
He shifts into a man as he’s walking. It’s seamless, and the weight of the power he’s carrying, the heaviness of the alpha mantle, looks good on him.
