HUNTER'S POV
Just when I thought I could trust her, I came home and smelled her reeking of vampire scent. My mind was consumed by fury, blinding my thoughts like a raging wildfire.
How could a vampire have entered my territory so easily? Was he back for Cyrilla? Did she tell him what she discovered about this pack? Or was he ensuring she completed her mission? The flood of possibilities consumed me, and before I even realized it, I was dragging her to the dungeon and throwing her inside.
A week had passed, yet Colton and Theon remained upset with me. They kept pressing me to reconsider, but I refused to relent. Still, we managed to carry on with our usual tasks.
I remember the moment I returned from the dungeons after locking Cyrilla in her cell—Colton, Theon, and I ended up in a blood
