Kayden’s POV
In the letter, I didn’t give much detail on what happened and what made me hate all the wolves my father brought over the years.
I couldn’t. Even years later, it felt like reopening an old wound. I don’t miss her anymore, but her betrayal… it shaped something ugly inside me.
“Even though the knife was a common one,” I continued, voice rougher than I meant it to be, “she had laced it with wolfsbane. Every breath felt like swallowing glass. My vision started tunneling, black creeping in at the edges. I remember looking up at her face—the same face I’d once trusted like family—and thinking, ‘This is how it ends. Not in battle. Not from some enemy pack. From a kid, I taught how to fight.’”
I had to stop for a second. My hands were clenched so hard my knuckles ached.
Letty k
