Chapter18

#Chapter18

He had once told me that only once the blood of our enemies stained my soul, and soaked the ground at my feet, that only once a graveyard of the old ways surrounded me, would my mission be complete. He had said only once I had restored the family name, only once I had honoured my mother for what the tyrant of an Alpha had done to her before banishing them, would the stars hold peace for me.

He had been wrong. There was no peace. Not even fucking close. I should have looked up, should have felt his presence, his pride, at having achieved the very thing he had trained me for: I felt nothing.

It held to reason that in my thirst for vengeance, I had damaged myself beyond repair. I had taken lives, ruined countless others. It was hard to imagine there was any coming back from that, and perhaps eternal torment was my penance.