Chapter 8

Kelsey's POV

Drowsily, I fluttered open my eyes, each blink bringing the dim room into focus. A dull ache throbbed throughout my body, tugging me back into the cruel reality of what transpired. The room was barely lit, with only tendrils of moonlight reaching in through the chinks in the heavy, wooden shutters. The air hung thick and cold, a far cry from the comfort of my clan's familiar, warm shelter.

"Kelsey," a voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, calling my name like a phantom echo from a past life. It was a voice I would recognize anywhere.

"Jason," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, the syllables scratching the walls of my raw throat.

From the corner of the room, he emerged, his frame hard and towering in the dim light. His face bore a stern expression, his eyes glinting dangerously. He looked every bit the predator, the Alpha, he truly was.

"Why did you come here, Kelsey? Why did you attack my pack?" The words dripped from his mouth like venom, the res