Levi's POV
I couldn't breathe. The air in that room was thick with the scent of antiseptic, despair, and the slow, agonizing rot of a life I was powerless to save. I watched my brother's eyes—the only part of him left alive—and I felt my own soul shattering.
I turned and bolted.
I didn't care that I was an Alpha. I didn't care that the pack needed to see me strong. I dashed out of the suite, my lungs burning as I sprinted to my own room and slammed the door shut. I collapsed against the wood, sliding down until my knees hit the floor, and I started crying. Not the quiet, dignified weeping of a mourning brother, but raw, jagged sobs that tore at my throat.
"Why?" I screamed at the ceiling, my voice echoing off the empty walls. "Why must it be Lennox?! Why always him?!"
