My fingers tug at his shirt, the fabric tearing under my grip, and I feel Eric’s hands on my shoulders, his lips moving lower, trailing fire across my skin. It’s raw, consuming, the kind of heat that could burn this whole pack house down. 

I want more—more of Rick, more of Eric, more of this bond that makes us whole, even without her.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” a voice snaps, sharp and raw, cutting through the haze.

I freeze, my lips still on Rick’s, my hands gripping his hair. I turn my head, slow and deliberate, and there she is—Lia, standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, her face a storm of fury and something else, something that makes my wolf howl. 

My smirk widens, slow and deliberate, as I meet her gaze, letting her see every bit of the monster she hates.

Chapter 28: Blood on the Field 🐺🔥🌙Lia's POV


The field was loud, packed with warriors and villagers, their cheers crashing like waves against my chest. The energy is wild, electric, almost choking. The sound of feet stomping, howls, and shouts blend into one deafening storm that makes my heart pound even harder.


My hands are sweaty, my breathing uneven, and my chest feels too tight. For a fleeting second, I wonder if this is a mistake.


Maybe I should back out. Maybe I should let Grace have her way.


I glance at her. She stands across the dirt field, straight-backed and steady, her expression carved from stone, her body loose but dangerous—like a predator waiting for the kill. There's no fear in her eyes, only certainty. She's done this before. Probably dozens of times.


Chapter 29 - chapter 28