جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 200

Zayne’s POVI dropped the picture immediately, like it had burned my fingers. The photograph fluttered to the floor, landing face up so we could all see the clear image of Marcus’s bloody corpse lying exactly where we had found him on our front doorstep.Steve and Irish both bent down to pick up the picture, their faces showing the same shock and horror that I was feeling.“Holy wolf,” Steve whispered, his voice barely audible as he stared at the photograph.Irish was turning the picture over in his hands, looking for any clues about who might have sent it. “There’s no name on it,” he said quietly.I needed to see if whoever had delivered this envelope was still around. Maybe they were still watching us, waiting to see our reaction. I rushed outside, looking up and down our street. But the street was empty. I came back inside, closing the door behind me and locking it firmly. My brothers were still standing in the living room, holding the photograph and the letter, their faces pale w

 Steve’s POV.  Steve went to school the next day with one clear goal in mind: to approach the girl who knew Marcus. He had thought about this plan all night after they received that threatening letter with the photograph. As he walked through the school corridors, Steve kept looking around carefully, searching for the girl among the groups of students. He spotted her near the lockers, talking with some friends. Steve made sure to position himself where she could see him, but he didn’t want to approach her directly. That would look too obvious and suspicious. Instead, Steve pretended to be busy with his phone, glancing up occasionally. He wanted her to make the first move, to think it was her idea to talk to him. That way, she wouldn’t suspect he had any hid

Zayne’s POV I could see the suspicion in Ava’s eyes as she stood there waiting for an answer. My mind raced, trying to come up with something believable. We couldn’t tell her the truth, not about Marcus, not about the letter, not about any of it. She had been through enough already with Vanessa’s death, and involving her in this would only put her in more danger.“We were just talking about some pack business,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Nothing important.”But Ava shook her head, stepping further into the room. “Don’t try to brush me off like that. I heard you guys talking about giving someone intensive punishment. That doesn’t sound like casual pack business to me.”My heart sank. She had heard more than I hoped. Irish and Steve were looking at me, waiting to see how I would handle this. I could see the worry in their faces. We all knew how persistent Ava could be when she suspected something.“Are you hiding something from me?” she asked directly, her voice getting stronger.

Irish’s POV Before any of us could give the boy an answer to his question about who we were, I moved forward and gave him a hard punch right in the mouth, telling him to shut up. The impact sent him stumbling backward, and I could see blood starting to form on his lip.Zayne quickly walked up to me and told me to calm down. He reminded me that if we kept questioning him and hitting him inside the house, it might make people come knocking to see what was happening.“You’re right,” I said, though I was still angry. “We need to take him somewhere private.”So we decided to take Caleb to the forest, just like we had done with Marcus. It seemed like the perfect place where no one would hear us or interrupt what we needed to do.Caleb tried to resist as we grabbed him, but he was much smaller and weaker than any of us. His fear made him even more helpless. We dragged him out of his apartment and through the back exit of the building, heading toward the forest area.“Please,” Caleb kept say

The house felt different now that Caleb was gone. We sat in the living room, Irish and Steve were playing games on the console while I pressed my phone, but none of us were really focused on what we were doing.Caleb had taken his own life. After everything we put him through in that forest, after all the questions and the pain we inflicted trying to get answers about Marcus, he had gone home and ended it all. The police said they found a letter in his room confessing to killing Marcus out of jealousy, then taking his own life because he couldn’t live with the guilt.I kept replaying that night in my mind. The way Caleb had looked at us with those frightened eyes when we cornered him in his house. How he’d trembled when we dragged him into the forest. The way he’d refused to speak, no matter how much we hurt him. Had he been planning it even then? Had we pushed him over the edge he was already standing on?Irish threw down his controller with more force than necessary. “I can’t concen