°•♡Chapter 100~ Patterns in the Ashes

I’m coming with you,” I told Ronan the second the door shut behind the guard.

He didn’t argue. He just looked at me, brows low like he already knew I wasn’t asking.

We left immediately.

Soon after midnight, we were standing in a southern territory pack—what was left of it anyway. The air was thick with smoke and smelled of something worse. Sharp and sour and metallic. The kind of scent you never really forget.

Some corpses still lay out in the open. Faces charred, frozen in shock. Ash smeared across the cracked ground like war paint. The wind carried the quiet hum of grief.

Ronan’s hand found the small of my back. “You sure you want to see this?”

I nodded. “I have to.”

We met the beta outside the remains of what used to be a town square. His face was hollow, blood dried on his body, his eyes barely focused.

“Your Alpha?” Ronan asked.

The beta shook his head. “Gone. She killed him.”

I tensed.

“Selene?” I asked, just to be sure.

The beta nodded slowly. “A woman matching her description