A roar tore through the chaos, a sound so deep and filled with wrath that it seemed to shake the earth itself. My vision blurred with tears, but I saw him then—a tall, powerful figure cutting through the rogues like a force of nature. Alpha Lucas Casimir of the Lockheart Pack, Gloria's intended mate. His eyes burned with rage and grief as he laid waste to the rogues that remained. His warriors followed his lead, and soon, the ground was slick with blood and bodies.
But it was too late. Far too late.
I knelt beside Gloria's broken form, numb to everything. I could hear my heart breaking with every ragged breath I took. She was gone. They were all gone. And I was alone.
Alpha Lucas's shadow fell over me, and I looked up my vision swimming. His eyes were wild, filled with a hatred so raw that it made my blood run cold. "Why are you still breathing?" he spat, his voice a low, venomous growl. "Why did she have to die for someone as useless as you? A girl without a wolf who couldn't protect her own pack!"