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My blood went cold the second my eyes met Kyle’s. A sharp, icy fear tried to climb my throat, but
my wolf stopped me from reacting.
‘Don’t show it, ‘she warned me deep inside. ‘He feeds on it.’
She was right. I could see him looking at me from up to down trying to sniff my weakness but I
didn’t cower.
Then, shadows moved away from the ancient trees. One by one, more wolves stepped into the
light. Their eyes glowed as they formed surrounding Liam and me. Liam tensed next to me, a low
growl rolling in his chest. He was ready to attack.
“Liam, stop,” I whispered, keeping my voice low but firm. “Don’t do anything.”
He hesitated, his gaze locked on Kyle, but slowly, he stood back. He stayed
ready to move, but he trusted me, even in this danger.
Kyle’s nasty smile grew wider, a cruel line on his face. “Well, well, Faith. I didn’t think you’d ever leave the Pack, especially not alone. What are you planning?” His voice sounded poisonous with
suspicion.
I met his gaze, my face a simple mask. “You accused me of taking our father’s murderer’s side. You said I didn’t understand. So, I want to understand him better.” My voice was even, betraying
nothing. “And the best way to do that is to go to the Fallen Pack. To see everything. The damage
that was done.”
His eyes narrowed, searching my face as if trying to find a lie. He tried to read me, but I gave nothing away. My emotions were locked down. For some strange reason, as the silence stretched,
he seemed to believe me. A look of respect, almost, crossed his features.
“Fine,” he finally said, cutting through the quiet. “We’re going with them.”
I gave a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, really? I thought kidnapping or killing me was one of your top
goals.”
He scowled. “I would never kill my sister.” The words felt like a lie even as he said them. “But teaching her a lesson? That is something I would do. Especially since you seem intent on taking
others‘ sides instead of mine.”
And so, our twisted journey began. We shifted, our bodies changing, fur, bones reforming.
My white wolf was powerful, but I have never pushed her this hard. For four hours, we ran, a silent,
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grim line through the dense forest. My muscles screamed, my lungs burned, and every beat of my heart was dull and throbbing.
My wolf was strong, but I wasn’t used to this kind of prolonged strain. By the time we finally neared our destination, my paws felt like lead. I was totally spent, utterly tired.
Then, we stopped.
The air got heavy, thick with a coldness that wasn’t just physical. It was a spiritual chill, a crushing feeling of deep despair. Even after 2 decades, the state of the Fallen Pack was terrible.
It wasn’t just old ruins; it was a gaping wound in the earth, a monument to a terrible m******e. Buildings were just burnt, broken frames, etc.
“Can you feel it?” Kyle’s voice was a low growl beside me, pulling me from my daze. “The darkness? The coldness of this place?”
I didn’t need him to ask. There was something sinister here, something that seeped into your soul.
The shadows clung too long, the silence was absolute, and the wind whispered forgotten
screams.
“The people you’re protecting,” he said, his voice hard, “are the ones who did this.”
He turned me gently but firmly, forcing me to look. It was now a graveyard. Numerous tombs, not proper headstones, but crude mounds of earth, marked where bodies had fallen. The ground was blackened, burned down to ash and scorched earth.
“They turned a Pack into a graveyard,” he stated, his voice devoid of emotion, but I could feel the
tremor of it beneath the surface.
I didn’t want to say it aloud, but he was right. This place wasn’t just destroyed; it was wiped out. To a point where, even after two decades, you could still feel how bad it was. How much agony, how much terror, had been unleashed here. The air itself buzzed with residual pain.
Tears burned my eyes until they started falling down on their own accord. My heart felt like it was being crushed. It was heartbreaking. Truly and utterly heartbreaking.
I put out my hand, my palm open to him.
He looked at me with skepticism, his stared down on me like he was looking through my soul. “If you are trying anything, Faith,” he warned, “it won’t work. You will never be strong enough to harm
me.”
My breath caught. “I know,” I whispered, the memory a fresh cut. “I killed my father–in–law the last time I tried to kill you.” I’m guessing he doesn’t know that I was exonerated from the crime because if he knew then he wouldn’t have taken my hand after I said that.
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“None of what you did is your fault,” I began, my voice choked with emotion, but I forced the words out. “The people who killed our biological father? They started this whole thing. All the hatred, all the revenge. But the most guilty person of all…” My voice cracked. “…is our father. For doing the
evil things that led to everyone in this pack dying with him.”
He tried to deny it, a low growl rumbling in his chest, but I pressed my fingers into his hand. “Stop,” I
commanded, my voice firm despite the tears. “Just stop.”
I looked into his eyes, my own filled with a sorrow so deep it felt like an ocean. “I hope you know,” I
said, my voice barely a whisper, “that I wanted nothing more than to be the best sister to you.” A
fresh wave of tears streamed down my face. “It is such a pity that you went too far. And we can
never go back after this.”
With those words, a finality settled over me, cold and absolute. I closed my eyes.
My wolf stirred in me, not with rage, but with a stark, terrifying purpose. A surge of energy, pure and blinding, erupted from deep inside me. It wasn’t hate that fueled it now, but something colder,
sharper, a necessary end. My white wolf’s unique magic flowed through my extended hand,
through our joined grip.
A soundless scream tore through the air.
Kyle’s body went rigid. His eyes, fixed on me, were wide with shock, then sudden, horrible understanding. He gasped, a sound cut brutally short, his grip on my hand tightening for a brief,
desperate moment.
There was no struggle, no fight. No time. It was instant. He didn’t even have a chance to defend
himself against something so swift, so devastating and unexpected.
He just stopped.
He was gone.
