Gino’s POV
The memories hit me like a ton of bricks, relentless and unforgiving. I see myself standing in the heart of the pack’s territory, younger, full of hope, with a fire burning inside me. It feels like yesterday, yet it’s been years—decades—since that fateful night that changed everything.
I remember the tension thickening in the air, the whispers spreading like wildfire. The elders’ voices echoing in my mind, their words coated with suspicion and anger. I fought to defend what was ours, to stand for loyalty, for justice. But I was too late.
I was accused of something I didn’t do—an act of sabotage, an attack I never committed. Evidence was fabricated, witnesses coerced, and suddenly, I was branded a traitor. My name, once respected among my kin, was smeared with lies. I was cas
