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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from the well

Still

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. It squelches. There’s something slick under my

fuck,” Pierce

move. He’s not even close enough to see the worst of it

Tam.

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

me, but I can’t answer. I’m

to control it. I can’t. I touch the chest, what’s left

I see his

lodged in the roots. Like it rolled. Like

Jace.

when he

claws up through my

crack one. My hands shake. My claws are already out. I didn’t even feel

I smell them everywhere.

My blood.

to the walls. Drag marks across 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,

hell,” Pierce barks somewhere behind me.” Let’s

I stand up.

I don’t answer.

tree between here and whatever did this and I won’t stop until I have its teeth in my

out the dark

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in it.

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

a stuffed wolf.

(Where were you, Grayson?)

chewed open, spine split, eyes gouged out. There’s still blood under her

They all fought.

shifts and I get

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

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loud. I feel it hammering in my throat, feel it kick behind my ribs like it’s trying to

And then-

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