(Cullen’s POV)The forest was burning and people were running helter skelter.The flames crawled over trees, licking the bark of trees and bone alike, turning everything into glowing ruins. Smoke thickened the air, choking the stars, painting the night sky with red and black. The howls of dying wolves echoed through the valley — long, raw, broken.Cullen Blackthorne walked through it all with slow, steady steps commanding respect and power.His boots crunched over ash and fallen bodies. His eyes were cold, sharp, but the fire reflected in them made him look almost inhuman. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His warriors knew what to do.The Phoenix Pack moved like shadows — silent, ruthless.Every swing of a sword, every crack of bone, every scream that died out behind him… it was all part of his vengeance.“Burn it all,” he said. His voice was low but heavy enough to silence the wind.The Silver Moon Pack deserved this. They had destroyed his bloodline, murdered his father, and left
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