Chapter 50: Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Soul Eater?

Rory fell in a messy heap, blood pooling from her nose onto the ground. Her chest rose two final breaths before she died at my feet.

The air was quiet, the coppery smell of blood making my nose wrinkle. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before the tears started to fall.

Cane scooped me into his arms and whispered something to Evan. From the corner of my eye, I watched as he rushed over to the girl I’d taken mercy on, picking her up and carrying her out behind us.

“I’ve been a fool,” he murmured to me, his nose buried in my hair as he inhaled my scent.

I was healed but exhausted and I didn’t know what he meant. All I could do was nod, because he’d been foolish almost the entire time I’d been in his pack. But wasn’t that most men? Fools until something snapped them out of it.

“You’re everything to me, Aspen. If I have to spend the rest of my life showing you, I will.”