LOGINDanny's POV By the time I get outside, Natasha’s car is already disappearing.Unbelievable.She really thinks she can destroy everything and drive away peacefully afterward.My jaw tightens as I head toward my car. I’m already imagining dragging her back here by force just so she can explain what gave her the confidence to walk into Catherine’s apartment and ruin my morning.I yank the car door open and slide inside.The engine hasn’t even started before my phone begins ringing.I almost ignore it.Honestly, whoever’s calling right now has terrible timing.I pull the phone from my pocket anyway, ready to curse the idiot out, but the second I see the screen, I pause.Mom.Of course.A long sigh leaves my mouth before I answer.“Hello, Mom.”“Where are you?”Straight to interrogation as usual.I lean back against the seat and close my eyes briefly.“Why does everybody suddenly care where I am today?”“Danny.”That tone.Sharp enough to cut through irritation instantly.I rub the back o
Danny's POV The second I reach Catherine’s apartment, I start pounding on the door hard enough to wake the entire building.My chest still hasn’t settled since seeing Clinton earlier. Blood all over him. Tears on his face. That broken look in his eyes when he whispered Catherine’s name.I keep hearing it over and over during the drive here.Please don’t be dead.Funny thing is, I didn’t even realize how badly I needed her alive until those thoughts started crawling into my head.The door finally unlocks.It opens slowly.And there she is.Relief hits me so hard it almost feels humiliating.Alive.Breathing.Standing right in front of me.She looks different. Pale. Exhausted. Her eyes are dull in a way I’ve never seen before, as if she hasn’t slept properly in days. Even the way she stands there feels heavy.My heart starts beating harder anyway.I almost pull her into my arms right there.Almost.Then somebody shoves past me from behind.I turn sharply.Natasha storms straight into t
Danny's POV It’s been two days since I told Catherine the truth about me and Clinton being brothers, and the silence since then has been almost funny.No screaming calls.No dramatic confrontation.Nothing.She hasn’t called me once, and as much as I hate admitting it, I’ve checked my phone more times than I should. Even Clinton disappeared too. I haven’t seen his face anywhere around the mansion.I pace around my room with both hands buried deep in my pockets, trying not to think too much about it because thinking too much always leads somewhere ugly.Did she forgive him already?The thought annoys me more than it should.I stop near the window and stare outside at the sky. Wolves move around the compound below, guards changing shifts, cars coming in and out through the gates, life moving normally while my head keeps circling the same thing over and over.No. Catherine can’t be that stupid.Then again, people in love become embarrassing sometimes.A scoff leaves my mouth.If she rea
Clinton's POV Richard starts walking toward me through the silence, stepping around the blood spreading across the concrete floor as if the dead bodies mean nothing to him anymore.The gun hangs loose in his hand. Smoke still curls from the barrel. When he stops in front of me, he says nothing at first. His eyes stay on mine for a few seconds, searching my face carefully, before he crouches beside one of the wolves lying on the ground.Two more gunshots explode through the warehouse.The body jerks violently.Then the second one gets the same treatment. Another two bullets straight into the chest.I stare at him.“What the hell are you doing?”He ignores me completely.His claws snap out slowly, sharp silver catching the weak warehouse light, and before I can process what he’s about to do, he drives his hand into the dead wolf’s chest.Wet tearing fills the room.Blood spills across his arm as he rips the man’s heart out.Something twists hard in my stomach.Richard tosses the heart
Clinton's POV The warehouse door slams hard behind me, the sound crashing through the empty building and bouncing off the metal walls. Dust drifts from the ceiling beams. Somewhere deeper inside, water drips steadily onto concrete.I take two steps forward before stopping.Richard sits in the middle of the warehouse with one ankle resting over his knee, calm as hell, cigarette smoke curling around his face. Two huge guys stand beside him. I’ve never seen either of them before, but the second their scent hits me, I know they’re wolves. Our pack.Neither of them moves.Their shoulders look broad enough to block the damn doorway.Not nervous.Prepared.My jaw tightens slowly.Richard doesn’t grin at me.Doesn’t throw some stupid joke my way.Doesn’t even look surprised to see me here.That’s what settles wrong in my stomach first.Not the strangers.Not the warehouse.Him.“Who are they?”“My friends.”The answer almost makes me laugh.Richard doesn’t have friends. He has drinking buddi
Clinton's POV “Who was it?” I say, stepping closer. “Who picked the call?”Jack doesn’t hesitate this time. “Richard.”Everything inside me goes still in the worst possible way.I hear only my own heartbeat pounding against my chest, and even though part of me already knew that was the name coming, hearing it out loud still feels wrong somehow. My brain keeps trying to reject it, trying to force another face into place, another explanation, another person.Not Richard.Not him.Something inside me cracks quietly.My hand trembles harder inside my pocket, and I curl my fingers tighter so he won’t see it.Richard.My best friend.The idiot who stood beside me through every fight, every mess, every bloody night when the whole world felt ready to tear itself apart.The same guy I trusted with my back stabbed it.I stare at Jack without saying anything, and maybe that unsettles him more than anger would have, because he starts talking again quickly, words stumbling over each other.“That’
Clinton's POV Before I even get close to the gate, I see him.Jack.Standing there as if he belongs anywhere near my house, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, eyes glued to the road, waiting.The moment my car comes into view, he straightens, then starts walking toward it with that sa
Clinton's POV My legs almost give out the moment I step inside the warehouse.Derrick is lying flat on the ground, twisted in a way that tells the whole story before anyone says a word. Blood is spread out beneath him…dark, still. No movement. No fight left in him.So that’s it.All the answers I
Clinton's POV I stand there, staring at the closed door of her apartment.The silence on the other side feels heavier than it should.She said she wants to forget about revenge.Forget.My jaw tightens until it almost hurts.Just a few minutes ago, she was shaking…her whole body alive with aner. I
Clinton's POV I open the door.“You’re not welcome here, Cody.”The words leave my mouth sharp and fast before I even fully see him.The cold night air carries the faint smell of alcohol and dust from the hallway. The light above the corridor flickers slightly, like it is struggling to stay steady







