Luca's POV
Strolling through the park, I bring Tyrell to Kristal, hoping she'll strike a bargain with me for him. Now, I'm sitting on her couch, fidgeting nervously as if I'm expecting a sudden blow from behind. But Kristal is right in front of me, pacing her living room with her hands planted firmly on her hips, radiating anger. There are plenty of men in her house, unmistakably part of her pack, but the atmosphere feels more like a gang than a cohesive group.
"We need a healer, and Hannah's..."
She silences me with a swift motion, pressing her right index finger to her lips. "Where's Caleb?"
I shrug. "Don't know. Don't care."
"You killed him?" She scoffs, her tone dripping with mockery. "Did you actually kill him?"
"As if you care."
"Oh, I don't. His family is here with me. If he'
