"You’re lucky I’m not killing you," he growled, his breath hot against my ear. "Leave. Now. Or you’ll wish you had."
He released me, and I collapsed to the floor, gasping. But even as I lay there, humiliated and broken, something inside me settled. A strange calm.
The crimson light of the Blood Moon washed over me. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.
I forced myself to my feet and met Kane’s gaze with defiance.
"You’ll regret this," I said, my voice steady. "I swear it."
He chuckled and waved me off.
But as I left the pack’s territory, one thought burned through me: They would all regret it.
Under the Blood Moon, I swore vengeance—not just on Lukas and Celeste, but on the entire pack that had betrayed me.
The game wasn’t over. It was just beginning.
The tension in the air was sharp enough to cut as Lukas stood in the doorway, his amber eyes glowing with barely restrained anger. "You forget yourself, Ayla," he hissed, his voice low but laced with venom. "Living here doesn’t make you untouchable."