CHAPTER 15: RETRIBUTION

ZANDER'S POV

The memories come flooding back to me, each one more distorted than the last.

The goddess must hate me to have cursed me so. I didn't choose to be the strongest werewolf of my time, I didn't ask to be born a monster, yet that was exactly what I was. What I took pleasure in doing.

Zander Morgenstein, destroyer of packs, chaos bringer, savage beast, ruthless monster.

Memories of a time when my world was turned upside down plagued me as I crumpled to the ground. When the beast within me took control and everything I loved was ripped away.

The death of my mother had been a rude awakening. I remember holding my mother's face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin as she took her last breath. I remember the sound of her voice, so gentle and kind, telling me not to cry as I held her close.

That was the first time I realized that I had gone too far. That I needed help. I needed to gain control of myself or risk losing myself in the process. When the beast takes over, gone