Ray's POV
Phil's blood still stained my hands. His body lay broken and still where I had left it, his eyes still open wide, but without life, his mouth forever still in that cold and mocking smile.
I had killed him. My Beta. My companion. My brother in arms.
And it was all because of her.
Pamela
A roar without control came out from my throat, shaking the walls of the broken house as my body twisted again, my fur growing out, my claws digging deep into the wooden floor.
I couldn't contain it anymore.
The pain, the fury, the betrayal….all of it had brought up into one dark and violent transformation.
My wolf spawned forward, I was massive and dark, the very ground shook under my large paws.
Pamela.
Her name echoed in my head over and over again, a wound that refused and would never close up.
She had taken everything from me.
My warriors.
My strength.
Now Phil. Who was a betrayal, yet was still part of my pack.
