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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around the bodies, soaking into the dirt. “You think I care about the mess I’m making?” I snarled, more

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.

floor, letting the trail coat everything–wood, limbs, dirt, the shattered ribcage half–buried in ash. A pup. I don’t even look away.

saw her

cracks.

to the ground. It clatters 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 her

force–sharp, nauseating, familiar. It’s the same shit we used when we burned the rogue dens.

soak through

stop. Just stand

they don’t know what to do

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

barely sound anymore. “Don’t say it.

Hope is what got

the lighter from the inside pocket. It’s old. Black. My father’s. I flick it once, twice. My hand won’t stop shaking

Then it catches.

A small flame.

dance over the metal. It reflects in the blood pooled beneath my boots. And for one second–just

Jess.

Baby,please.

and for the first time, I found myself uttering a prayer.

for me.”

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

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but I can’t. I

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tears for her–ugly, silent, endless tears–because of how much

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

knowing why I say it–like she listens, like she gives a shit about wolves like me. “I know I’m not your chosen, I know I’m not… I’m not the most benevolent man on earth but

pull oxygen from a world that doesn’t want me in it anymore. My whole body feels too

the

sting in my eyes, my

The moon.

in the sky, caught

the crates, the dead, the fuel–soaked dirt–and it

felt like a promise. Something sharp

it cuts me now, that light. Cuts through the blood on my face and

my spine.

I stare and stare, and I swear for a second I feel her in

Shaking. But I

there’s even a chance that crescent means what she used to say it

I swear to every god and moon

the entire fucking world

for the

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

I flick it once.

No spark.

Twice.

flame hisses up. Steady. Yellow

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