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My shoulders dropped. My breathing slowed. And just like that, I didn’t feel like murdering anyone anymore.
Zane made his way over and dropped into the seat beside me.
Rhonda walked off without another word.
“She’s a pain,” he commented.
“I almost smacked her,” I said.
Zane laughed. “I believe it.”
I turned slightly to glance around the room again, and caught Warner watching me.
Still, with that same strange look.
He looked away immediately, and I frowned, turning back.
Why was he looking at me like that? Like I’d stolen or broken his cellphone?
Maybe, I was just imagining it.
It was probably Rhonda’s antics making me feel on edge.
I didn’t like her.
And I didn’t like the way she stared at Zane.
He was mine.
-ZANE’S POV-
My room was too quiet.
Not peaceful quiet. Just… hollow.
The kind of quiet that unnerved you, and reminded you of everything you’d rather forget.
I lay there, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling.
The ceiling which had been cracked just a few weeks ago, after The Order had bombed my pack house.
It had been repaired immediately, along with the rest of the pack house.
But what broke inside me that day was still the same.
Damaged. Ruined. A shell of what it used to be.
It wasn’t just me.
A lot of my pack members felt the same.
They’d lost loved ones. Friends. Family.
No one said it out loud, but I knew what they were all going through.
Everyone was still afraid. Even after Lia defeated them. Took control of the very minds that worked against us.
The Order was gone. But I couldn’t forget them.
I couldn’t forget the feeling of silver slicing through me. The explosions under my skin one after the other, as my body struggled to heal itself. I couldn’t forget choking on my own blood while Lia sobbed into my shirt, begging me not to die.
The memory weighed down on me, heavy and constant. Every time I blinked, it was there.
I could feel it in my chest, that moment of silence just before everything went black.
The pack kept saying I’d come back strong. That I was lucky. A miracle.
But I didn’t feel like a miracle.
I felt like a ghost.
Even now, my heart raced every time I heard a sudden noise. I hadn’t shifted properly since. My wolf was still there, but it didn’t feel right.
I didn’t feel right.
And I didn’t know how to fix it.
My thoughts drifted to her next.
Lia.
Everything about her had changed-but not in the way I feared. She was still soft, still warm, still affectionate. But the power in her had grown. That same power that brought me back. That defeated The Order and saved my pack-and only Goddess knew how many more wolves.
She’d eliminated the largest threat to our kind. And she’d done it without bloodshed. With mercy.
She was a goddess.
And I was barely holding it together.
She could do so much better than me.
I knew she loved me. I wasn’t stupid. But love didn’t fix everything.
It didn’t erase the fact that I flinched every time her magic sparked too bright. That I had to swallow my fear every time her eyes gleamed.
Not because I thought she’d hurt me. But because I didn’t want her to see me like that.
Weak.
Pathetic.
Not an Alpha.
I used to know what it meant to protect the people I loved. Now, I didn’t even know if I could protect myself. If something came after us again-something worse-I had no idea what I’d do. What I could do.
And that scared the hell out of me.
I didn’t tell her any of this. Or anyone else. Not even the Hounds knew.
I didn’t want them to worry. They had enough to deal with.
And honestly, the idea of seeing them look at me with pity made me feel sick.
So I smiled. I joked. I kissed Lia like nothing was wrong.
But inside, I was drowning.
I shifted onto my side and dragged the blanket over my head, eyes squeezed shut.
Sleep felt impossible these days.
Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in the void.
Fighting for air. Fighting to move. Struggling. Dying.
I wanted to see her. Even just for a night. We hadn’t spent the night together since the final battle, because there was no need to anymore.
No shadow lurking in the woods. No danger outside her window. No losing control and running through the forest anymore.
She was in control now. Of herself. And if she wanted, maybe others too.
I told myself it was safer this way. I didn’t want to scare her-didn’t want her to wake up in the middle of the night and see me sweating, shaking like I was about to throw up.
Still, I missed her.
Every part of me missed her.
I sighed and rolled onto my back, half-ready to force myself to sleep, when I heard the sharp shatter of glass.
I jerked up just as the window exploded inward, glass scattering across the floor. Cold wind hit my face. And then-a silver wolf pounced in.
Large. Lethal. Glowing violet eyes burning against the dark.
I recognized her instantly.
“Lia…” I breathed, but the word died on my tongue.