Perry's POV
I tossed the final limb to the wild wolves, watching them devour it with savage satisfaction. The pack looked more robust now, their muscles rippling beneath thick fur.
They'd gorged themselves these past several days.
The memory hit me—discovering this wolf pack during my first exile. Father had hurled me into these woods when I was barely adolescent, still unable to shift, all for his twisted amusement. He wanted to watch me suffer.
I tracked the last wolf as it seized a massive chunk of meat and disappeared behind the ancient oak. Following its path, I spotted what made my chest constrict—a pregnant female wolf waiting as her mate delivered the meal.
The scene ripped through me like claws. My lungs seized as the memories crashed down.
My child. Gone.
Our baby, lost because of my failures.
I'd buried this agony for days, wearing rage like armor. But beneath the fury, a tempest raged unchecked.
