Chapter 389
Chapter 389:
Rage ignited in my chest, hot and suffocating. “You’re my uncle,” I murmured, the pieces finally locking into place. “It was you pulling the strings from the shadows all along. Jason, the Silverclaw attack — all of it was your doing p>
“How clever,” he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. “But it’s far too late for that. Your father is a fool, and you are nothing but another piece in his delusions of grandeur. Do you think being a Luna makes you strong? That carrying that cursed child makes you something? You are nothing p>
To hell with him. This was the man Luna Anna had warned Ryder about — sitting on his self-appointed throne while sending others to do his dirty work. He deserved every curse I could hurl at him.
Layla’s fury detonated inside me, her growl reverberating through my entire body. “Let’s show him exactly who is nothing p>
I was burning with rage — hers and mine, wound together until I couldn’t separate them. The suffering I had endured in Silverclaw. The torment of being told my very birth had been a mistake. The pain of never having chosen this life, yet being forced to fight for it anyway — against cowards like him, who skulked in the shadows and let others bleed in their place.
For Ryder. For my son. For myself.
I launched myself forward, driven by Layla’s power. My claws extended and sliced through the air as I struck. He moved to block me, but I was faster — fueled by every wound and betrayal life had carved into me.
His laughter echoed through the room as he dodged the first blow, but it died the moment I came back and caught his shoulder. Blood bloomed through his shirt, and his smirk twisted into a snarl.
“You are strong, I’ll give you that,” he said through gritted teeth. “But it won’t save you p>
I didn’t care about strength. What drove me was something rawer than that — the need to make him answer for every innocent life he had twisted to his will, for daring to threaten my child, for coming after mine. He lunged at me with swift, relentless movements, and I met every one of them. Layla’s power surged as I fought — every swipe of my claws, every movement born from the memory of Jason’s cruelty, my uncle’s betrayal, and the threat hanging over my son.
𝖬𝘰s𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝘢𝗱 𝗍𝗵𝗶𝘴 𝘄𝖾𝖾k оn.со𝗺
I was not going to lose.
The fight was brutal. He was strong — this man I could call my uncle, though the word felt like ash in my mouth, because he was nothing more than a coward with a title. He attacked with precision and no hesitation, but Layla was stronger. I unleashed an energy I had never known I possessed, each movement more fierce and unyielding than the last.
“Do you think this changes anything?” he snarled as I drove him back against the wall, plunging my claws into his chest.
“Your father’s weakness will be your downfall. You cannot protect all of them p>
“I don’t need to protect all of them,” I hissed, my voice low and venomous. “I only need to finish you p>