The cold night air was thick, there lingered the scent of blood and betrayal. I stood frozen, my breath ragged and my heart pounding with a storm of emotions I could no longer contain.
I gathered all the remaining courage left in me and glanced at Ronan, who is niw still on his knees down, bound.
His face was bruised, his clothes tattered, and iron chains bound his wrists.
'I was the one who killed Alpha Aric. By the orders of Alaric...'
THe words he last said once again rang in my ear, making my heart pound even harder against my chest, it was too rough its already getting hard to breath...
I should have felt relief seeing him like this.
I should have been grateful to Lucas and his men for capturing him, and I should have abeen grateful to King Marcus for wanting to punish him, for wsanting to brutally execute him, for seeing him the traitor he trully was.
But right now, all I could feel was the burning fury of a truth that seemed too cruel to bear.
