His Trouble Maker

Chapter 130

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“You’re too calm, Grayson. Tell me what’s going on in your head,” Pierce barks behind me, but I keep walking. My fists are clenched so tight my knuckles are white, and my jaw feels like it’s about to crack. Honestly, all I wanted was to run and kill Riot.

My instincts were screaming at me to tear him apart, to make him pay. To show everyone what happens when you cross me. When you touch what’s mine.

Pierce was still talking, but I wasn’t listening. I continue to just stride to the ground thinking of ways to cut Riot when I’m back on my throne as being the Westwood pack.

I stop dead in my tracks, the air around me practically crackling with tension. My chest rises and falls like I’ve just run a marathon, and my vision sharpens, zeroing in on the trees ahead like they’re prey.

“Grayson,” Pierce’s voice is closer now, cautious. “You need to breathe. Think.”

“Think?” I snap, whirling around to face him. My voice is low, dangerous. “I am thinking. I’m thinking about how Riot’s still breathing after what he did. How he’s out there, laughing, while my pack is-”

I cut myself off, my throat tightening. The image of them flashes in my mind–my pack, my wolves. I failed them once. I won’t do it again.

Pierce takes a step back, his hands up like he’s trying to calm a wild animal. “We’ll get him. But not like this. Not when you’re-”

“Not when I’m what?” I growl, taking a step forward. “Angry? Furious? I’m the Alpha, Pierce. This isn’t just anger. This is me protecting what’s mine.”

He doesn’t say anything, just watches me with those knowing eyes of his. And for a second, I hate him for it.

I turn away, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. “I’ll kill him,” I say softly, more to myself than to Pierce. “I’ll kill him, and then I’ll make sure no one ever threatens my pack again.”

Pierce doesn’t respond immediately. He just watches me because he knows better than to argue when I’m like this. Finally, he sighs. “You’re not thinking straight, Grayson. This isn’t just about you.”

1 glare at him, my chest heaving. “It’s “always” about me. I’m the Alpha. If I let this slide, they’ll think I’m weak.”

We keep walking, the forest closing in around us. The air is thick, almost oppressive, like it’s holding its breath. By the time we reach the pack village, it’s already night.

I stop at the edge of the clearing, my wolf senses on high alert. Pierce does the same, his hand instinctively reaching for the knife at his belt.

“Something’s wrong,” he mutters, his voice/low.

Something is definitely wrong. The pack has never been this eerie quiet.

I nod, my jaw tightening. “Stay close.”

We step into the village, and that’s when the smell hits me. Blood. So much blood. My stomach twists, but I force myself to keep moving.

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hanging from

Still

don’t say anything. I don’t breathe. I just stare at it while my boots sink into the mud, except it’s not just mud. It’s soaked through.

Pierce

close enough to

Tam.

steps of the meeting house. No head. Ribs split clean down the middle like someone reached in and peeled it open. Heart gone. One lung hanging from the edge like it got left behind

behind me, but I can’t answer. I’m not even

try to control it. I can’t. I touch the chest, what’s left of it. Still warm. Still twitching. The nerves haven’t shut down yet. They’re still

I

top half, lodged in the roots.

Jace.

Couldn’t even take down a deer without throwing up. I trained him. He always smiled when he lost. Always tried again.

up through my

My hands shake. My claws are already out. I didn’t even feel them shift. I don’t know how long I’ve been kneeling here. I’m

I smell them everywhere.

blood. My blood.

the threshold like someone tried to crawl out before their legs were taken. I follow it with my eyes. Bits of skin, bits of bone, claw marks on the stone, nails ripped out on the steps. They didn’t

somewhere behind me.” Let’s get

I stand up.

I don’t answer.

my mouth right now, I’ll fucking scream. I’ll shift and I’ll tear down every tree between here and whatever did this and I won’t stop until

I found myself walking forward to the darkness and finding out the dark is not what I really should be afraid

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in it.

supposed to be in control, Alpha. You’re supposed to protect them. Where the fuck

gripping a stuffed wolf. It’s

(Where were you, Grayson?)

a body with its throat chewed open, spine split,

They all fought.

wind shifts and

They didn’t die clean. They died screaming, begging, crawling for the trees

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my throat, feel it kick behind my ribs like it’s trying to

And then-

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