Chapter 190

• "Three days"—that was how long I’d holed up in the spare bedroom of Carlo’s house. Food turned to ash on my tongue, every bite merging with my spit into a gritty, cement-like texture. My own skin felt foreign— itchy and suffocating—but I couldn’t bring myself to
• shift. The day after the fight, the pack held a ceremony for the fallen. I couldn’t attend. I couldn’t even get out of bed. Facing what I had lost felt impossible.
• The grief was unbearable, and a small, wicked part of me hoped Alpha Leonardo was feeling every ounce of the agony crawling through my veins. After everything he’d done to me, he deserved to know what it felt like.