His Trouble Maker

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

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“Grayson, stop! Where the hell do you think you’re doing!?” My boots pounded the dirt as I stormed toward the pack storage, fists clenched, blood roaring in my ears.

Fuel. That’s all I needed.

“Fuck this,” I muttered under my breath, shoving the rusty door open.

“Grayson!” Pierce’s voice echoed behind me, shaky but sharp. “You can’t just–damn it, what are you….tell me what you saw!”

“She’s gone, Pierce! Gone!” I shoved a crate out of the way, wood splintering under my palms. “Her body–it’s just… gone now. Blood. Everywhere.”

Pierce grabbed my arm, his grip shaky. “Who’s gone? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Jessica” I roared, yanking free. “I saw her and she’s dead!”

His face went pale. “What? How-”

“Don’t!” I snarled, slamming another crate to the ground. “Don’t fucking ask me how. I saw her. Blood soaked the ground. Her body -ripped apart. Gone.”

Cold the

I grabbed a can of fuel, the metal cold against my hand. “And now? I’m burning this whole damn place to the ground.”

“Grayson, you’re out of your mind!” Pierce stepped in front of me, arms wide. “This doesn’t solve anything!”

“Move, Pierce.” My voice was low, a growl from deep in my chest.

“Look around you!” His eyes darted to the bodies sprawled in the dirt–our people, broken and lifeless.” The pack is all dead and now what? You’re just going to burn them? Is that it huh?!”

I shoved past him, my claws half–extended, my wolf barely under the surface. “You think I care about plans? They’re dead. She’s dead. And this place-“I kicked the crate, sending it flying. “-this hellhole deserves to burn.”

Pierce grabbed my arm, his grip tight. “You’re not thinking straight!”

I spun on him, teeth bared, my breath hot and ragged. “Let. Go.” My voice was a snarl, feral, like the predator I was.

He fraze, something flickering in his eyes–fear, maybe. Good. He finally dropped his hand.

Tunscrewed the fuel cap, the smell sharp and acrid. “If you’re not gonna help, then get out of my way.”

Pierce stood there, jaw clenched, but he didn’t move. “You really think this is what she’d want?”

I paused, the can in my hand trembling “She’s not here to tell me, is she?” I poured the fuel, the liquid splashing over the ground, the crates, the bodies. Everything

I paused, the can in my hand trembling “She’s not here to tell me, is she?” I poured the fuel, the liquid splashing over the ground, the crates, the bodies. Everything.

My wolf howled inside me, furious, broken. This pack–this damn pack–ruined everything. They took her. They took ‘everything“.

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My claws dug into the can, the metal crumpling like paper.

Blood. Smoke. Death. That’s all this place deserved.

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pouring, the liquid pooling around the bodies, soaking into the dirt. “You think I care about the

splashing, and I can’t stop my hand. My arm’s moving on instinct now, shaking, my breath hitching every few seconds like I’m forgetting how to fucking breathe. My eyes sting. Not from the fumes. From something worse.

the shattered ribcage half–buried in

already saw

Pierce’s voice cracks.

one. I miss the handle twice. My claws are out now. I can’t

cap open and the smell hits me full force–sharp, nauseating, familiar. It’s the same shit

of it. Let it soak through every inch

I stop. Just

twitching like they don’t know what

saw a vision,” Pierce tries again. “It could’ve been a trick. Wolfsbane, trauma, stress–Grayson, you don’t know

hoarse, barely sound anymore. “Don’t say it.

hope. Hope is what got her taken. Hope is what got me weak. Hope is

pocket. It’s old. Black.

Then it catches.

A small flame.

It reflects in the blood pooled beneath my

Jess.

Baby,please.

the first time, I found myself uttering a prayer. “Baby,” I whisper, voice rasping, breaking, “please

for me.”

out of me I don’t recognize. Like something inside me finally split the rest of the

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to the ground. My chest convulses and I’m there, spilling tears for her–ugly, silent, endless tears–because of how much pain I’ve put her through. Because I wasn’t there.

my claws break skin, but it doesn’t ground me. Nothing does. My wolf claws at my

it–like she listens, like she gives a shit about wolves like me. “I know I’m

oxygen from a world that doesn’t

then the

the sting in my eyes, my body

The moon.

crescent slice of silver in the sky, caught between clouds and

across the ruin–across the crates, the dead, the fuel–soaked dirt–and

the crescent felt like a promise.

me now, that light. Cuts through the blood on my face and the dirt in

my spine.

at it. I stare and stare, and I swear for a second I

rise. Slowly. Shaking.

what she used to say it meant, then she’s out there. Somewhere.

to every god and moon

burn the

reach for

scraped them open dragging bodies. Shoving crates. Pouring the fuel. They stick to the metal like it belongs to me

I flick it once.

No spark.

Twice.

up. Steady.

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