Zane paced the dimly lit motel room, his frustration clear with every heavy step. "If only you had listened to us," he muttered, his voice thick with exasperation. Callum and Dominic stayed close by my side, their focus entirely on me.
I could feel the weight of their emotions. Worry, anger, guilt, all of it crashing down on me. Zane was right. I hadn’t listened. The stake buried in my chest was proof of that, a constant reminder of my mistake. I had been so focused on my own anger, I hadn’t seen the truth right in front of me: my mates were sorry. They had tried to warn me.
Callum’s grip tightened around my hand, his eyes filled with concern as he stared at me. The stake hadn’t killed me, but it had drained me, leaving me weak. None of us could pull it out, not even my four Alpha mates,
