POV: Marcus Hale
Marcus's fist crashed through the mirror, breaking it into a hundred pieces. Blood dripped from his fingers, but he barely felt the pain. The real pain was inside his chest—the crushing weight of knowing what he'd done.
"I helped kill her," he whispered to his broken image. "I helped kill Kamla."
He stumbled back from the broken glass and sank onto his bed. Outside, wolves were still fighting. The fight between blue and black fire had stopped, but the battle wasn't over. Elias—his Alpha, his best friend—was out there fighting for Amara.
Amara, who they had wrongly punished for a crime she didn't commit.
Marcus grabbed the small wooden box hidden under his mattress and opened it with shaking hands. Inside lay a small purple crystal—Celeste's payment to him for helping with Kamla's plan.
"Use it if things go wrong," she had told him.
Things couldn't be more wrong now.
