Steven’s POV
“No, no, I killed the Demon Wolf when I ripped Alpha Calix’s heart out,” I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.
“But the clues…” Liam hesitated.
“Only point out that whoever did this used the Demon Wolf’s sword.” I paused, my gut churning with certainty. “And I trust my instincts. This has Maya written all over it.”
I rose from my seat abruptly, the need for vengeance surging through me like fire.
“Where are you going?” Liam asked, stepping into my path.
“To give Maya and her pack a befitting reply to this,” I declared, my tone cold and final.
Liam reached for my arm, his grip firm. “If they’re truly behind this, they’ll be expecting you. It could be a trap, Steven. You walking into this alone isn’t just dangerous—it’s reckless.”
“Do you think so little of me, Liam? Do you think I’m that powerless?” I asked, a low growl escaping my throat.
“No, of course not. I’ve seen your strength, your power. I know what you’re capable of. But let me come
