Chapter 101

Evening came, and I sat at the long table surrounded by Lycans, trying to make myself as small and invisible as possible. The memory of what I had witnessed earlier haunted me. They had watched that barbaric scene unfold without a shred of empathy or remorse. The way they cheered and laughed—it was like they were watching a game, not lives being destroyed.

I feared I’d be next. The cold truth was, there’s no right way to handle trauma. It lingers, seeping into every thought and moment. Watching my fellow wolves tear each other apart for entertainment had left a scar that wouldn’t fade anytime soon. But what hurt even more was Lucas’s silence. He had sat there, doing nothing. He is the Lycan King, he could have done something, yet he chose not to.

“Honey,” Lucas’s touch on my arm jolted me from my thoughts. I flinched, pulling away instinctively.

“You okay?” he whispered, his voice soft, careful not to draw any unwanted attention.