Chapter 308

Chapter 308:

My wolf whimpered, urging me to turn the car around, to flee from the apex predator. But the poison Katherine had poured into my ear was stronger than my fear.

Let him look, I thought, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. He can’t protect her from the truth. He can’t protect her from the past.

I watched them pass through the iron gates, the ancient wolf crest of the Silver Moon Pack looming overhead. I pulled my car onto the gravel shoulder, hidden by the dense line of trees, and killed the engine.

Dallas stepped out looking like a god of war in a dark suit and offered his hand to Adella. She took it, looking small beside him. They walked toward the graves, believing they were alone. Believing they were safe.

I reached for the door handle, Katherine’s lie burning on my tongue like acid.

𝗦𝘢𝘃e y𝗼ur f𝖺v𝘰𝗿i𝘁e 𝗇𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗇 ѕ.𝗰𝗈𝗺

I wouldn’t just watch. I would burn their peace to the ground.

The air here was different — heavier, laden with the scent of damp earth, decaying pine needles, and the silent weight of history. The Silver Moon Pack memorial grounds were quiet, save for the wind rustling through the ancient oaks that stood like sentinels over the dead.

I tightened my grip on the bouquet of white roses, the thorns pricking my thumb through the paper wrapping. A sharp, grounding pain.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” a deep voice rumbled beside me.

Dallas Marshall, the Lycan King, stood like a dark monolith against the backdrop of grey granite. His presence was overwhelming — a storm contained in a tailored suit. His scent, ozone, rain, and cedar, wrapped around me and chased away the chill of the graveyard.

“I know,” I whispered, looking up at him. His golden eyes softened as they met mine, the fierce predator within him bowing to comfort his mate. “But I need to tell them. I need them to know I’m safe p>

We stopped before a simple, weathered headstone. Alpha Alaric Everett & Luna Elara Everett.

I knelt, the cold dampness of the soil seeping into my jeans, and placed the roses against the stone. My throat tightened.

“Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” I choked out. “It’s been a long time. I brought someone.” I reached back, and Dallas’s large, warm hand immediately engulfed mine. “This is Dallas. He’s my mate p>

For a moment, there was only peace. The wind seemed to settle, as if my parents were listening.

Then my phone vibrated violently in my coat pocket, shattering the silence. I frowned, pulling it out. The screen displayed an unknown, blocked number. My stomach clenched with a cold, instant dread. I knew, with a sickening certainty, who it was.

“Don’t answer it,” Dallas murmured, his gaze sharpening as he read my expression.

But my thumb was already moving, sliding the answer icon. I needed to know. I needed to end this.

“Hello?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“So, you brought the beast to their resting place? How fitting.” Braydon’s voice slithered through the speaker, oily and venomous.