Sandy's POV
The familiar sting pierced through my chest like a blade finding its mark. This wasn't the dull throb I'd grown accustomed to over the weeks. This was raw, violent pain that stole the breath from my lungs and left me gasping.
I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them again, certain my mind was playing cruel tricks.
Charles stood there like a statue carved from ice.
What the hell was he doing here? At Grey's Pack? At my welcome party?
Grey had painted Charles as his sworn enemy, his voice dripping with such venom when he spoke the name that I never questioned it. The hatred seemed genuine, rooted in something deep and unforgivable.
Yet here was the Alpha King, standing in enemy territory like he owned the place.
"Time to go. They're all waiting," Grey murmured, his fingers closing around my elbow with gentle pressure.
