His Trouble Maker

GRAYSON

I smell rot.

Moss, old blood, mildew crawling through bark. No wolves. And that tells me exactly what I need to know, there’s nothing here so it’s either Pierce is fucking with me or he’s….betraying me.

That last thought made a fucking snap inside me.

He’s ahead of me again, saying something. I don’t hear it. I’m already inside the spiral. Already halfway gone.

I’ve known him since I was young. Since blood meant brothers and secrets meant loyalty. Since we took our first shifts and swore on bone that no matter what happened, we’d never turn on each other. We used to bury our kills together. We used to run the ridge and mark the trees. He stood beside me when I bled for this pack.

And now we’re walking into corpse territory and he expects me not to notice the silence?

I pick up speed.

I shove past a low branch and let it snap behind me. Pierce will never betray me. What the fuck was I thinking?

“You okay?” Pierce asks without turning.

I should laugh.

I don’t. I just say, “You better be right about this pack.”

“They’ll help.”

“You ever think maybe Riot’s not the only one who knows how to set a trap?” I say it slow. Heavy.

Pierce turns.

That’s the first time he’s looked me in the face in ten minutes. His brows lift. Calm. But I see the flicker. Just a second too long before he speaks.

“You think I’d lead you into one?”

1 stare at him.

I don’t blink.

“You’ve done worse.”

he forces his expression back into that

I

could read him. Not even his mother. Not the alphas he served before me.

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Chapter 125

That’s how I know, he doesn’t approve of me for Jess. Never did. And now he brings me here, into this silent, rotting forest, chasing some half–buried rumor about a pack that’ll help us reclaim control from Riot–as if any wolf with a spine

father, by Riot who is my half–brother, soldiers and everyone who wants to steal the power from me. I’m used to it now. I don’t even breathe differently when it

to lose.

Pierce was never supposed

I carved the first symbol into my skin, the one who bled with me when I

When the others turned. I had one constant. One fucking anchor. And now he won’t even look me

that ends with us laughing and bloody and alive. But I

step forward just enough to watch his weight shift. “Who are they?” I don’t blink. “Names. Structure.

of allegiance itself. And now I’m standing in the middle of rot and moss and no

throat. And that’s it. That’s

in a grunt I don’t even register as human. My forearm jams up under his chin until I see the whites of his eyes. His heel scrapes against the dirt like he’s deciding whether

down on him. “You lied to me,” I spit. “Or you’re about to. And if

clench. His wolf flashes behind his

him to give me an excuse to tear

haven’t watched you?” I grind my arm tighter

growled, throwing him to the ground., Shit. SHit. I fucking

Jessica!

“You sold her,”

collar, haul him upright with one hand, and slam him

“so I know which part of

I watch his lips shape cowardice before his tongue finds the words. “I