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 the well

spine. Still dripping. Still

mud. It’s soaked through. It squelches. There’s something slick under my heel and I don’t want to look at

Pierce

doesn’t move. He’s not even close enough to see

Tam.

peeled it open. Heart gone. One

chokes behind me, but I can’t answer. I’m not even in my body

the chest, what’s left of it. Still warm. Still twitching. The nerves haven’t shut down yet.

then I

half, lodged in the roots. Like it rolled. Like

Jace.

always smiled when he lost. Always tried again. And now his jaw’s missing. Just–gone. Tongue ripped out. His eyes

claws up

hands shake. My claws are already

I smell them everywhere.

blood. My blood. My

taken. I follow it with my eyes. Bits of skin, bits of bone, claw

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

I stand up.

I don’t answer.

if I open 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

to the darkness and finding out the dark is

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in it.

You’re supposed to protect

Still gripping a stuffed

(Where were you, Grayson?)

its throat chewed open, spine split, eyes gouged

They all fought.

shifts and I

didn’t die clean.

mattered.

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And then-

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