Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Kendall’s POV

As I crept past the kitchen, my heart heavy with guilt, I couldn’t help but glance inside one last time. Margaret was standing at the sink, a small cut on her finger dripping blood onto the counter below.

The scent of her blood was intoxicating, tempting me to give in to the wolf urges beneath me. But I clenched my fists, forcing myself to look away, to resist the urge that threatened to overwhelm me.

Margaret had been nothing but kind to me, and the thought of causing her harm filled me with a sickening sense of shame.

With a heavy heart, I tore my gaze away from the kitchen and made my way to the room that Margaret had prepared for me. Collapsing onto the bed, I buried my face in the pillow, trying to drown out the guilt and self-loathing that overcame me.

As exhaustion took over me, I found myself drifting back to memories of the palace, of Declan and the hurt he had caused me. The pain of his betrayal cut deep, a wound that refused to heal no matter how ha