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Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her. “What the hell happened to her?” Maya shrieked when she saw the bruised and battered Elora in my arms. “I don't know what's got into him, he almost killed her. Maya we have to get her away from him. He's going to send this whole pack down if he kills her.” It scared me to think that my own father could kill a she-wolf. He had walked off like it were no big deal. The walls and floors were splattered with blood. It was like a blood bath. I had ordered some of the omega girls to clear it up.

That man died the second my mate screamed through that screen. I am what you birth when you break something sacred. This is the part where the devil prays I never catch up. Because horror thrives at night. And I just became its fucking god. You think you've seen rage? No. Rage is a cracked mirror. This? This is a void. A nuclear core. A storm without mercy. You want to know what I see? I see red. Kex... I won't kill him. I'll redefine him. He'll beg for death and scream so loud, the dead will cover their ears.