The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting a pale light over the pack’s territory. Yet, inside the pack house, the atmosphere was darker than the night before. The remnants of Jeffrey’s rage were scattered across the living room—splintered wood, shattered glass, deep claw marks on the walls, and furniture overturned. His wolf form had been an unstoppable force, fueled by grief that could no longer be contained.
Kenneth was gone.
And Jeffrey had felt every excruciating second of his mate's death. It was a wound that went beyond the physical—a tearing of the bond that had connected them so deeply, something that could never be replaced. Kenneth's final moments of suffering had bled into Jeffrey’s heart, and no amount of control could keep the beast within him from breaking free.
Now,
