Chapter 90: The Gate-Keeper’s Son

Tara’s POV

I continued to listen to Jack for an hour as he spoke about the pack, about what it was and what it had now been reduced to. He spoke as though the flames of that night still licked at his wounds, still burned his skin. Still burned in his eyes.

If I looked closely, it was as though I could almost feel it—the fire that radiated from his skin in that moment, the aura that he emitted seemed to rage even inside of me. He never raised his voice, though. He never became angry. Ironically, it was as though the anger he held within him was as cold as the arctic ice, burning there, cold and lifeless.

“She told me that you saved her,” I said eventually. “Kia said that you had saved all three of them.”

“Perhaps not every piece of them, though,” Jack replied as he turned to look at me, finally, for the first time since he had begun speaking about his past. “Their minds are still lost in that burning house. Still lost at war.”