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33 - Aftermath

Author: Grace Kara
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-03 18:16:57

The word hung in the bloody air, a brand seared onto the sudden, ringing silence. ‘Mine’

It wasn’t a promise. It wasn’t a term of endearment. It was a statement of fact, as absolute and final as the death surrounding them. He had declared ownership, and the proof was cooling on Winter’s skin and soaking into the flagstones at her feet.

Her mind, which should have been screaming, was eerily, blessedly quiet. It was a void, a hollow space where terror had burned itself out, leaving only a strange, echoing calm. She watched as his blood stained finger, the one that had just intercepted a drop of another man’s life, slowly lowered.

His golden eyes, still blazing with the last embers of the wolf’s fury, held hers captive. He was looking at her, really looking, as if trying to see through the gore to the thing he had just claimed.

A choked gasp from behind them shattered the moment. “Spirits....” Jax breathed, his voice raw with shock. He was still on one knee, staring at the carnage,
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