Failure

Selene

The final howl that marked Alpha John's departure from this world still echoes in my ears. I've always hated that sound—the sharp, mournful cry the pack lets out when death claims one of our own. They say it's a mark of honor, a proud farewell. But to me, it's just a scream that invites grief in like an old friend. I don't care how traditional it is—I will never howl for anyone.

Not again.

One by one, the pack members go back toward the mansion, their faces drawn tight with sorrow and silence. It's a tragedy, yes—Alpha John's death has left a hollow place in the heart of the pack. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't relieved.

When he told the triplets to accept Karina as their mate, I was terrified. I thought he might tell them everything—reveal the truth that would unravel everything I've worked so hard to protect. I thought he would make them doubt their hatred. Make them doubt me.