His Trouble Maker

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

GRAYSON

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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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the liquid pooling around the bodies, soaking into the dirt. “You think I care about the mess I’m making?” I snarled, more to myself than to Pierce. “They’re dead. She’s

now, shaking, my breath hitching every few seconds like I’m

the trail coat everything–wood, limbs, dirt, the shattered ribcage half–buried

already saw her

cracks. “Please. Don’t do

uselessly. My hand shakes when I reach for the next one. I miss the handle twice. My claws are out now. I can’t retract them. My wolf’s too close to the surface–howling, scratching, snarling inside me like if I just dig deep enough, I’ll find

It’s the same shit we used when we burned the rogue dens.

the rest of it. Let it soak

stop. Just stand there,

fingers twitching like they don’t know what to do

a vision,” Pierce tries again. “It could’ve been a trick. Wolfsbane, trauma, stress–Grayson, you

sound anymore. “Don’t say it.

her taken. Hope is what

old. Black. My father’s. I flick it once, twice. My hand won’t stop shaking It

Then it catches.

A small flame.

stare at it. Watch it dance over the metal. It reflects in the blood pooled beneath my

Jess.

Baby,please.

closed my eyes and for the first time, I found myself

for me.”

finally split the

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but I can’t.

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chest convulses and I’m there, spilling tears for her–ugly, silent, endless

ground me. Nothing does. My wolf claws at my insides, pacing, growling, howling, because she’s

it–like she listens, like she gives a shit about wolves like me. “I know I’m not your chosen, I

oxygen from a world that

the

ground. I blink through the sting in my

The moon.

of silver in the sky, caught between clouds

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

crescent felt like a promise. Something sharp but growing. Something not done

my face and the dirt in my lungs and the hopelessness chewing

my spine.

stare and stare, and I swear for a second

rise. Slowly. Shaking. But

she used to

she is—if she’s still fighting–then I swear to every

I have to burn the entire fucking

for

the fuel. They stick to the metal like it belongs to me now. Like

I flick it once.

No spark.

Twice.

up.

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