Chapter 22

Caleb

We all have our demons, but mine has a face.

I see him every time I look in the mirror or when I pass a window, and it's not my lycan—it's my human face because I don't like myself.

There is poison in my head, especially when I stand in the doorframe and watch the elves take care of alpha Roger.

He is in bad shape and would have died if I didn't bring him to the elves.

Honestly, I was close to letting him bleed out in the courtyard.

Sadly, there would be consequences if I killed Roger since I gave him my word not to attack him or his pack members. I promised him that he could safely step upon my grounds.

Yet I wouldn't mind if he died.

I'm a fucking monster.

I must be a terrible person because the only reason I brought Roger here is to atone for my sins. I don't care about him; I wouldn't mind murdering him right now.

He touched Laura. Squeezed her, and I just blacked out and lost all sense of reality. The only thing which mattered was her.

"You're lucky Roger didn't die of