STACY.
Just as I reach for my coat draped over the bar stool, a memory rushes in uninvited...
6 years ago, I remember Nate telling me that he will make the Alpha Prime pay for what he did to my family... But since then the Alpha prime is still very much alive and I wonder how that plan of his is going.
"Before I go, is this bar… part of the revenge you talked about years ago?"
Nate lets out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head like I’ve just asked if wolves can fly.
"Trust me," he says, eyes narrowing with that dark glint I remember too well. "When my revenge is done, you’ll hear about that bastard Alpha Prime's death long before I pour your next drink."
I grip my coat tighter. "But you are just from telling me that grief hardens people… and I needed to forgive my mom before it destroyed me. Maybe you should take your own advice."
His smirk fades, shoulders tensing as he looks past me.
"My grief is different." His voice is low, and flat. "Now get going, I have a lot
