Laura's POV

The moment the door of the private room clicked shut behind us, he didn't waste a second. My back hit the cold wood with a thud, and then his mouth was on mine-hard, rough, demanding. The kiss wasn't sweet or tender; it was wild and greedy, like he wanted to devour me whole. His tongue shoved past my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth as if he was mapping me, claiming me. Our tongues tangled, slick and desperate, sliding over each other as we fought for control I didn't really want to win.

The kiss was addictive,more addictive than anything I had ever known and it was wrecking me. My panties were already soaked, sticky with my arousal, and the ache between my thighs burned so bad it was unbearable.

He sucked on my tongue before finally breaking the kiss, both of us gasping for air, our chests heaving against each other. He didn't give me a chance to recover. His lips moved to my neck, brushing over the sensitive skin before latching onto a spot that made me shiver violently.

"Ah..." the moan ripped out of me without my permission. His mouth was hot and wet, sucking on the curve of my neck until sparks shot down my spine, straight to my dripping pussy. My thighs pressed together instinctively, desperate to ease the ache, to get some kind of friction, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.

He noticed. Of course he noticed. His tongue dragged over my skin before biting down lightly, and when I gasped, his chuckle vibrated against my throat. My fingers dug into his broad shoulders, holding on for dear life as he kissed and sucked me like he owned every inch of my body.

When he finally pulled away, I was already trembling, needy and breathless. Our eyes met, and his had turned darker,completely consumed by lust.

His hand found my breast through the thin fabric of my dress. My nipples were already painfully hard, straining against the fabric , and when his thumb brushed over one, I nearly came undone right there.

I wasn't wearing a bra. I could feel every squeeze, every rough press of his palm. He hadn't even done much, but my body was already his, unraveling for him like I had been waiting all my life for this moment.

His hand slid lower, tracing the length of my body until it reached the place that throbbed the most. He didn't hesitate. His fingers pressed against my panties, right over my soaked slit.

I gasped and grabbed at his arm, my face flushing red-hot with humiliation as he let out a low, sinful chuckle.

"You're so wet for me, beautiful," he murmured, his voice deep and heavy, full of dark promise. His thumb circled my clit through the drenched fabric, making me arch against him. "I like it."

My moan filled the room as his thumb rubbed tighter circles, slow and deliberate, dragging me toward madness. My head fell back against the door, my lips parted in breathless whimpers as heat pooled inside me.

I held onto his shoulders, afraid my knees would give out as he played with me like I was made for his touch. God, maybe I was.

He kissed me again, dragging me into a sloppy, filthy tangle of tongues and teeth as his fingers continued their torment. I moaned into his mouth, clutching him desperately, kissing him back with all the hunger that was tearing through me.

He tasted like sin, like danger, like everything I shouldn't want and I couldn't get enough.

He broke the kiss only to scoop me up like I weighed nothing. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist, and my body rubbed against his, searching for relief. His cock pressed against me through his pants, rock hard and thick, making me groan.

I ground against him without even realizing it, and he groaned too, a deep, guttural sound that only made me hotter.

Then he dropped me onto the bed. I bounced against the soft mattress, dazed, before he yanked my dress over my head in one swift motion. Suddenly, I was sprawled naked before him in nothing but my lingerie, my skin flushed and burning.

His eyes devoured me, and I couldn't breathe.

His hands cupped my breasts, rough and greedy, before his mouth claimed one nipple. His tongue swirled around it, teasing, before sucking it deep into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching as electricity shot straight to my pussy.

He wasn't gentle. Not even close. He sucked hard, bit down lightly, and licked me until I was squirming under him, begging for more without words. His other hand rolled my other nipple, pinching and tugging until both were aching and raw with pleasure.

When he switched to the other breast, I was already a wreck, moaning so loud the sound bounced off the walls.

When he finally raised his head, his lips wet from sucking me, I was panting hard, my whole body trembling.

He trailed kisses down my stomach, lower and lower, each one making me shiver more violently. When he reached my navel, he sucked there too, and I gasped. I didn't even know that spot was sensitive until now, but he was discovering every single place that could make me lose my mind.

His hand hooked under my panties, dragging them down slowly, exposing me completely. Shame and arousal tangled in my chest as my thighs spread wide for him.

His finger slid down my folds, collecting my juices, and when he licked them off, closing his eyes with a groan, I nearly died.

"Mmmm, baby," he said, licking his lips. "You taste like sin. Sweet, filthy sin."

And then his mouth was on me.

His tongue dragged from the very top of my slit to the very bottom, slow and devastating, lapping at me like I was his favorite meal.

"Oh God..." I moaned, my hips jerking up to meet his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue was everywhere, licking, sucking, teasing every part of me. My thighs trembled violently, and if his hands weren't holding them wide apart, they would've slammed shut around his head.

He didn't let me get away. His grip was iron, keeping me spread open for his tongue.

"Fuck... yes," I gasped, nails digging into the sheets as he pressed his tongue flat against my clit and dragged it in slow, deliberate strokes.

Then he sucked. Hard.

I screamed.

My body shot off the bed, my hips grinding against his mouth shamelessly as his tongue assaulted my clit. He groaned against me, the vibration shooting sparks through me, making me gush even more onto his tongue.

His fingers joined in, pressing at my entrance, coating themselves in my wetness. He lifted his head for just a second, his lips shiny with my arousal, his eyes blazing with wicked heat.

"You're dripping, princess," he said, his voice low and mocking. "So desperate for me."

Then one finger slid inside.

I gasped, my walls clamping down hard around the sudden intrusion. He smirked, watching me writhe, and then started thrusting his finger in and out, slow at first, then faster, harder.

"Oh...oh fuck!" I cried out, clinging to the bedpost as the sound of his finger pumping into me filled the room, wet and obscene.

Another finger joined the first, stretching me wider. I screamed again, my head pressing back into the pillows, my eyes squeezed shut as he worked me open.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice like a whip.

I forced my eyes open, staring down at him as he thrust his fingers into me mercilessly. His gaze never left mine, dark and possessive, like he was watching me come undone just for his pleasure.

My body burned. My thighs shook violently. The pressure in my belly grew tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode.

"Please..." I whimpered, my voice breaking.

"What are you begging for, sweetheart?" His tone was cruel, teasing, like he didn't already know exactly what I needed.

"Please-I want to cum... it's too much..." My voice turned into a shriek as his thumb pressed down on my clit, circling it fast while his fingers fucked me even harder.

"Cum for me, princess," he growled.

That was all it took.

My body convulsed as the orgasm tore through me. My back arched off the bed, my scream echoing around the room, my thighs shaking uncontrollably as pleasure ripped me apart.

It was blinding. Earth-shattering. The kind of orgasm that made everything else disappear, leaving only him, only this.

When I finally collapsed back onto the bed, my chest was heaving, my body drenched in sweat, my pussy still clenching around his fingers as aftershocks rolled through me.

But he wasn't done. Not even close.

He pulled his fingers out and shoved his mouth back on me, drinking me down like a man starved. His tongue slid inside me, his lips sucking greedily at my juices, his moans vibrating against my pussy. I whimpered weakly, my body twitching with oversensitivity, but deep down I loved every filthy second of it.

When he finally pulled away, his lips and chin were glistening with me, his smirk dark and satisfied.

And that's when it hit me-I was naked, ruined, and trembling... and he was still fully dressed.

Heat flooded my cheeks, a wave of shame mixing with the lust. I snapped my thighs shut, embarrassed at how wanton I'd been, how I'd screamed and begged for a stranger whose name I didn't even know.

He laughed-a low, dark chuckle that sent chills down my spine.

"Don't hide from me, beautiful," he said as he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. His voice was pure sin. "I want to see everything."

I couldn't look away.

Each button he undid revealed another slice of hard, perfect muscle. His chest was broad, his abs tight and ridged, his skin golden and flawless. My mouth went dry, my hands itched to touch him, to drag my nails over those muscles and feel them flex beneath my palms.

When his shirt dropped to the floor, my heart stopped. He was a god, carved from stone, and he was looking at me like I was already his.

Then his hands went to his belt.

I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to the massive bulge straining against his pants. My face burned hotter and hotter as he undid the buckle and slid the zipper down.

The moment he freed his cock, I gasped out loud.

It was huge. Thick, long, veiny, and impossibly hard. My stomach flipped in panic-there was no way that thing was going to fit inside me.

As if he read my mind, his lips curved into a dark smirk.

"Don't worry, baby," he said, stroking himself slowly, his hand moving up and down his thick shaft. "Your pussy was made for me."

I shivered at the way he said it, so certain, so commanding, like it wasn't even up for debate.

He stripped the rest of his clothes off and came down over me, his mouth claiming mine in another desperate, hungry kiss.

I kissed him back with the same fire, tasting myself on his lips, drunk on the heat of him.

When he pulled away, his mouth trailed down my throat, nipping and kissing as if he had all night. My body writhed beneath him, desperate for more, desperate for the stretch of his cock filling me.

Finally, he knelt between my thighs, his thick shaft in his hand as he lined himself up at my entrance. He slid his tip along my folds, coating himself with my arousal, teasing me until I was whimpering with need.

Then he pushed in.

He pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and I held my breath as the thick pressure split me open. My walls burned and clamped down around him, trying to fight him off and take him in all at once.

"Fuck-" I gasped, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles went white.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my skin as his cock sank halfway inside me. "So fucking tight," he growled, his voice dark and ruined.

He pulled back just a little, then pushed in again, deeper this time. My body jerked under the force of it, my back arching as I tried to adjust to his size.

"Breathe, baby," he rasped, his lips brushing my ear. "Relax for me. Take me in."

I whimpered, nodding, forcing myself to exhale as he kept pushing, stretching me wider and wider until I thought I might break. It was overwhelming, too much, too big-yet the ache was wrapped in pure, addictive pleasure.

Finally, with one long, hard thrust, he buried himself almost to the hilt. I cried out, my body jolting at the sudden fullness. My walls fluttered around him, desperate to adjust.

"Yes, baby... just like that," he groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. "Take every fucking inch. You were made for me."

He gave me no time to recover. He pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back into me hard.

I screamed.

My hands wrapped around him and clawed at his bare back as he began pounding into me, hard and fast, his cock driving deep inside me with every brutal thrust. My breasts bounced with the force, my nipples rubbing against his chest, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

His hands gripped my breasts roughly, squeezing, pulling at my hardened peaks. "Perfect tits," he growled before capturing one nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking until I moaned so loud the walls must have heard.

The bed creaked beneath us as his pace grew relentless, each thrust deeper than the last, hitting spots inside me I never knew existed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my moans and his rough groans.

"Oh God... oh God-" I whimpered, my body arching off the bed, the pressure in my belly coiling tight again, threatening to snap.

He smirked down at me, his hair falling into his eyes. "You love it, don't you, princess? You love being fucked like this."

"Yes!" I cried out without shame, my voice breaking. "Yes, I love it...don't stop!"

He growled, lifting my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, driving into me at a new angle that made me see stars. I screamed as he pounded into me mercilessly, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from how intense it felt.

I shattered again, my orgasm ripping through me violently. My walls clamped down hard on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure made me convulse.

"Fuck-yes," he groaned, slamming into me even harder as if determined to drag out every drop of my orgasm.

When I collapsed back onto the bed, trembling, he wasn't finished. He flipped me over with rough strength, pressing me onto my stomach and pulling me up onto my knees.

"Arch that pretty back for me," he ordered, his voice thick with lust.

I obeyed, arching until my ass was high in the air, my face buried in the sheets. He slammed into me from behind, the angle so deep I screamed again, my hands clawing at the mattress.

His hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked me hard and fast. "This pussy is mine," he growled into my ear.

"Yes-oh God-yes!" I sobbed, my body giving in completely.

He reached under me, finding my clit, rubbing it in fast, brutal circles as he kept thrusting. My body gave out, my arms collapsing as another orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking violently as I cried out into the sheets.

But he didn't stop. He kept pounding into me, his movements rough and sloppy now, his breathing harsh and ragged against my back.

Finally, he flipped me back over, pressing my leg against his shoulder as he drove into me again, harder, deeper, until I thought I would break apart.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

I forced my eyes open, staring into his dark, feral gaze.

We came together-me exploding first, screaming as another powerful orgasm tore through me, and him following with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot release.

He didn't stop right away, thrusting a few more times as if he couldn't bear to let go, before finally collapsing on top of me, both of us drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

I lay there stunned, every nerve in my body fried, my thighs trembling uncontrollably. I'd never been fucked like that in my life.

And God help me... I loved every second of it.

I woke up the next morning and instantly knew something was off. The ceiling above me wasn't mine. The sheets smelled different-expensive cologne and the bed was too big, too soft, too foreign.

Panic slammed into me.

I sat up fast, ready to bolt, when a heavy arm locked me in place. My heart jumped to my throat, and I whipped my head to the side.

Him.

He was there. Sleeping beside me, hair messy, jawline sharp even in sleep, lips parted like he owned the world. And just like that-every single filthy, sinful detail from last night crashed back into me.

My face burned. My body burned.

God.

I carefully pried his arm off my waist, ignoring the dull ache between my thighs. No way was I dealing with that right now. I scrambled into my wrinkled dress, scanning the floor for my panties. Nowhere. My stomach flipped-shit. With no time to waste, I rushed out of the room, bare under my dress, humiliation biting at me with every step.

Work. Work would save me.

At least that's what I told myself when I buried my head into the endless spreadsheets and PR drafts at the media company I worked for. My job? I handled client accounts-polishing their brand image, fixing their messes, making them look shinier than they were.

Irony wasn't lost on me. I could fix anyone's mess but my own.

I swore I wouldn't see him again. Hell, I couldn't. For Christ's sake, I had a boyfriend.

But you didn't sound or act like someone's girlfriend last night.

That mocking little voice in my head wouldn't shut up. I pressed my eyes shut, fists clenched, wishing I could blame it all on alcohol. But I hadn't been drunk. Not even tipsy. Every moan, every scream,I remembered it all too I had made sure I took my contraceptive pill this morning immediately I got home.

By lunch break, the guilt was eating me alive. I grabbed Ashley, my best friend and work partner, and practically dragged her into the break room.

"You won't believe what I did last night," I hissed.

Her eyes widened instantly. "Oh, this is going to be good. Spill."

My voice dropped, shaky. "I... I cheated on James."

Ashley blinked once. Twice. Then she asked like I'd just told her the weather. "Okay. And...?"

"Ash!" I whisper-yelled, gripping her arm. "Don't 'and' me. This is serious! I went to the club, and then I don't even know how it happened,I..." My words tangled into a mess.

"Breathe, baby girl," she cut in, calm as ever.

I sucked in air, my chest tight. "I feel so guilty, Ash. I can't face James after what I did. The images won't stop replaying in my head. It's like every time I blink, I'm right back there, under him..." My cheeks flamed.

Ashley smirked knowingly. "Sweetheart, you're not to blame. James has been starving you. What did you think was going to happen? I've been waiting for the day you finally snapped and found satisfaction somewhere else. Congratulations, you finally did." She winked.

"Ash!" I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I'm not proud of it. I didn't go to that club to cheat. I was just frustrated and angry because James bailed on me again. And then I met him and-God-it got out of control so fast."

Ashley's grin widened. "Uh-huh. And how was it?"

My jaw dropped. "Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious." She leaned in, eyes sparkling. "Don't act all shy. Was it good?"

I bit my lip, my guilt and pride battling each other. But the truth burst out anyway. "It was... mind-blowing. Beyond anything I've ever felt. Ash, I came four times. Four. And they weren't small ones, either. He...he was a beast in bed." My voice cracked, like saying it out loud made it too real.

Ashley gasped, then clutched her chest dramatically. "Four fucking orgasms in one night? Girl!"

I groaned, covering my face again. "It was insane. I woke up aching between my thighs so bad I had to soak in hot water just to function."

Ashley burst into laughter, clapping her hands. "That's not sex, babe. That's a spiritual experience."

I peeked at her through my fingers. "Ashley, this isn't funny. I cheated."

Her smile softened but didn't fade. "Listen, Laura. James isn't the one for you. You know it. He's been trying to mold you into his idea of the perfect girlfriend,telling you how to dress, where to go, what job to take. And even then, he couldn't satisfy you in bed. You've been compromising yourself for him, and for what?"

Her words hit too close. My chest tightened. She was right James had tried to change me. I let him because I loved him, but last night showed me just how much of myself I'd lost.

Ashley tilted her head, studying me. "Answer me honestly. Do you regret the sex? Do you regret how he made you feel?"

Silence stretched between us. My heart thudded, my mouth dry. Finally, I whispered, "No. I don't."

Ashley grinned, triumphant. "Then stop torturing yourself. Break up with James, babe. Or stay with him and keep starving. But you and I both know there are men out there who will take you exactly as you are and blow your mind in the bedroom while they're at it."

A laugh escaped me, half broken, half relieved. "You're impossible."

She pulled me into a hug. "No, baby girl. I'm right. And one day, you'll thank me for saying it."

For the first time all day, the guilt in my chest loosened just a little.

Laura's POV

The steam from my bath still clung to my skin as I sat on the edge of my bed, blow-drying my hair. The soft hum filled the room, almost lulling me into a fragile calm. I was ready to slip into pajamas and bury myself under the sheets when the sharp ding-dong of my doorbell cut through the quiet.

I froze.

Nobody visits me this late.

It rang again, firmer this time. I set the blow-dryer down on the dresser and tiptoed toward the door. I pressed my eye against the peephole-

James.

Oh God.

I wasn't ready for this. Not tonight. I had avoided his calls all day, dodged his messages, and now there he was-smiling patiently at my door.

I inhaled deeply, bracing myself, and unlocked the door.

"Hey, baby," James said instantly, his face lighting up as if nothing was wrong. In his hand, he held a bouquet of white lilies. My chest tightened. Lilies-my favorite.

I forced a small smile. "Thank you."

"Anything for you," he replied, stepping inside the moment I moved aside. His cologne trailed with him, clean and familiar, but tonight it made me feel suffocated. He settled on the couch like he owned the space, casual, relaxed.

I escaped to the kitchen, busying myself with finding a vase. I trimmed the stems and dropped the lilies into water. They looked so perfect, so delicate, like they belonged in another life,one I no longer lived.

When I came back, I sat on the opposite chair, careful to keep distance between us.

James leaned forward, studying me. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Why would you think something's wrong?" I deflected, forcing my voice steady.

He frowned slightly. "After you left my house last night, I called you countless times, but you didn't pick up. I even tried again today but you ignored all my calls."

"Oh... about that." I fiddled with my fingers. "I went straight to bed when I got home, so I didn't hear the phone ring. And today was hectic at work. Back-to-back tasks. I barely had time to breathe."

He softened, nodding slowly. "I know you were angry last night. I'm sorry, Laura. I'll do better next time. I promise. Just give me time."

The same words. Always the same words.

I stared at him, the man I'd loved for years, the man I'd sacrificed pieces of myself for.

"That's what you always say, James," I whispered, my throat tight. "Next time will be better. But it never is. And I'm so tired."

His eyes widened. Panic flickered there, quick and raw. "Baby, no. Please. I'll try harder next time. You just need to trust me. I love you." He got up and came to me, cupping my face gently in his warm hands. His thumb brushed my cheek like I was fragile glass. "I love you so much, Laura."

I swallowed hard, my heart aching. "I know, James. But love isn't enough anymore."

Gently, I pushed his hands away and stood.

His brows furrowed. "What are you saying?"

I met his eyes, my voice trembling but firm. "Let's break up, James."

It was like I'd slapped him. He froze, disbelief etched across his face.

"Break up?" His voice cracked. "Laura, no. No, don't say that. You don't mean it."

"I do.I can't keep doing this. I can't keep waiting for the man you promise to be but never become. I can't keep shrinking myself for you."

He shook his head violently. "No. Please, baby, don't do this. We can fix it. I swear I'll change. I'll prove it to you this time." He reached for my hands, gripping them tightly. "You're everything to me. Please,don't leave me."

I pulled my hands free. "I'm sorry, James. I'm so, so sorry. But I'm done. I can't do this anymore."

"Laura, please!" His voice broke, desperate, almost childlike. He sank back down on the couch, burying his face in his hands. "Don't throw us away. Don't throw me away."

I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood, forcing myself not to crumble. Every part of me wanted to comfort him, but I knew-if I gave in now, I'd be trapped in this cycle forever.

"Goodbye, James," I whispered, my voice final.

He stared at me, broken, before slowly standing. His eyes searched mine, one last time, as if hoping to find the girl who would change her mind. But she was gone.

Without another word, he walked to the door and left.

The sound of the door clicking shut echoed like thunder in my chest.

I collapsed onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Tears slipped free, hot and guilty. I felt bad for him. For us. For what we used to be.

But deep down, beneath the ache, was the quiet certainty that I'd done the right thing.

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Damien POV

I stood outside my pack house, the Ravenblood manor, with Adrian by my side- my brother, my beta and my most trusted right hand. Around us, the rest of my wolves formed a circle, silent but seething. Their loyalty vibrated in the air like a low hum, waiting for my word.

"They have gone too far, brother ," Adrian said, his voice taut with restrained fury. "They're pushing at our borders. They want to make this personal."

My jaw tightened, my eyes burning with rage as I lifted them to the dark canopy of trees. I had kept my cool long enough. The Ashmoon Pack was crossing lines that should never be touched.

Other packs in this region had long since bent to the Ravenblood, not because they loved us, but because they knew being our enemy was suicide. For generations, my family's pack had been the strongest, and since I became Alpha at twenty-three, I had carved us into something even deadlier. Ten years of blood and rule. Ten years of proving I was ruthless enough to protect my own.

Anyone who tested me - who tried to cross my borders, plant spies, or spark war - always regretted it. Because when the Ravenbloods fought, we did not stop until our enemies were on their knees, begging for mercy they would never receive.

But Kael Draven, Alpha of the Ashmoon, was too arrogant to learn.

He had always wanted war. Always sought ways to plant a spy in my ranks. His spies never lasted long , they died before they could breathe treachery inside my walls. But Kael never stopped trying. And now he'd gone further than stunts and threats. He'd murdered one of mine and left him at our border like a challenge.

My wolves bristled, a growl rippling through the crowd.

The Ashmoon were filth. Unlike us, they reveled in blood and chaos. They kidnapped wolves and humans alike, raped, slaughtered, and forced the change on innocents building power from suffering. They were a stain on our kind.

And now they had bled one of my blood on our land.

"Enough," I growled, my voice low but carrying through the pack. "It's time we remind them who we are."

"Yes, Alpha," Adrian agreed, his lips curling into a dangerous smile.

"It's about time," another wolf muttered with eagerness. "I've been craving violence. They're begging for it."

I nodded once, decisive. "Bury him, Dan."

The command snapped the tension like a whip. Dan bowed his head and obeyed without hesitation.

We stood in silence as Dan and two others carried our brother's body away. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the weight of grief pressing down like stone.

Adrian stepped forward, his fists clenched. His voice was steady, but I knew him well enough to hear the storm beneath it.

"They won't stop, Damien. Kael wants war."

I turned, meeting my brother's eyes. His wolf burned behind them, furious and ready. "Then war is what he'll get."

The pack stirred, growls rumbling low in their throats. They needed my rage. They needed my command.

"Double the patrols," I ordered. "No one crosses these borders without bleeding for it. If they so much as breathe in our direction, tear their throats out."

"Yes, Alpha," voices echoed in unison.

One of my men bared his teeth in a savage grin. "Let them come. I've been starving for blood."

I didn't return the grin. I wasn't hungry - I was wrath itself, and Kael had just fed the fire.

As the others moved to carry out my orders, Adrian lingered at my side.

"Brother," he said low, "don't let your fury blind you. Kael wants you reckless. He'll use every weakness against you."

My jaw tightened. I knew he was right. But weakness was not something I could afford to feel. Not tonight. Not ever.

I looked out into the darkness, toward Ashmoon lands, and let the vow slip past my lips, sharp as a blade.

"He took one of mine.He will pay in blood. "

The pack's growls swelled, the sound rising into the night - a promise of violence, a storm already brewing.

And I stood in the center of it, fury burning in my veins, ready to unleash hell.