Justin POV
My warriors wiped out the rest of Fiery Cross in no time. The Luna died quickly, not as she had deserved, but I couldn’t ask them to torture her like she tortured my mate for her entire life.
I wasn’t sure why I felt the need to be so vengeful. I just did.
My warriors outnumbered the entire pack left under my mate’s father’s rule and now he lays in the living room, his breath stilling as he bleeds out from a gash along his entire chest and sides. He wasn’t going to heal from that wound—that’s for sure.
I took out a small vial of wolfsbane from my pocket. I hadn’t even needed to shift to help in the fight. It was over before it even began.
I tipped the bottle sideways, watching the thick, syrupy liquid dare to drip out of the vial and onto his chest.
“You’re too late,”
