Belinda was executed, and her death was even more brutal–far more agonizing than mine had been. And yet, I felt no
satisfaction from it.
She had spoken the truth before she died. The one who had truly killed me wasn’t her. It was Connor.
After Belinda’s execution, Connor seemed to have lost all purpose in life. He abandoned his duties and spent his days wandering
near the Starlight Pack, hoping to find where I had been buried.
Harold had laid me to rest beside my father, but Connor was never privy to the location.
Connor’s proximity to the pack was a thorn in Harold’s side, and the latter’s disapproval of the former was well–known. But the
respect owed to the Blackclaw Pack’s Alpha meant Harold’s vengeance had to wait.
A month passed.
Having secured the Blackclaw Pack’s tacit agreement about killing Connor, Harold finally made his move. He would end Connor’s life.
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