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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dirt. “You think I care about the mess I’m making?” I snarled, more to myself than

stop my hand. My arm’s moving on instinct now, shaking, my breath hitching every few seconds like I’m forgetting how to

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

saw her like

Pierce’s voice cracks. “Please. Don’t

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

cap open and the smell hits me full force–sharp, nauseating, familiar. It’s the same shit we used when we burned the rogue dens. The smell of war. The smell

of it. Let it soak through

I stop. Just

fingers twitching like they don’t know what to

vision,” Pierce tries again. “It could’ve been a trick. Wolfsbane,

barely sound anymore.

what got her taken. Hope is what got me weak. Hope is for people who

from the inside pocket. It’s old. Black. My father’s. I flick it

Then it catches.

A small flame.

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

Jess.

Baby,please.

first time, I found myself uttering

for me.”

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

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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

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

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

hard I’m breathing, like I’m trying to pull oxygen from a world that doesn’t want me in it anymore.

then the light

the ground. I blink through the sting in my eyes, my body too spent to move. But when I tilt my head up,

The moon.

silver in the sky,

spills light across the ruin–across the crates, the dead,

a promise. Something

on my face and the dirt in my

my spine.

and stare, and I

Slowly. Shaking. But I

she used to say it

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

if I have to burn the entire fucking world

reach for the

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

I flick it once.

No spark.

Twice.

flame hisses up. Steady. Yellow

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