Chapter 48
Kael’s POV.
I stood in the dungeon, my heart pounding, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms.
The air was damp, filled with the smell of rust and mold, the torches flickering, casting weak light on the stone walls.
Elijah was tied to a pole, his wrists bound, his dark hair matted, his face bruised, but his eyes, those eyes I’d trusted, glinted with something dark, something cruel.
Brian’s words echoed, cutting deep: "Elijah’s from the Fang pack. He was a spy. He started the fire."
My chest ached, betrayal burning hotter than the unhealing wound on my side, still bloody under the bandage.
Elijah, my former Gamma, my friend, who’d fought beside me, laughed with me, vanished two years ago, leaving me to mourn him, thinking he was dead.
Now he was here, a traitor? My wolf, Zeus, roared, his rage surging, his loyalty shattered. I stared at Elijah, my eyes stinging, pain and anger mixing, my thoughts about Aria’s avoidance fading for a second as my focus locked on this betrayal.
"Is it true?" I asked, my voice low, rough, my eyes burning into his.
"What Brian said? You’re from the Fang pack? A spy?" My heart raced, my breath heavy, hoping he’d deny it, say it was a mistake, that he was still my Gamma that’ll fight with me.
My hands shook, my wound throbbing, my mind spinning with memories of his words, his smiles, now tainted.
Elijah’s lips curled, a jeering laugh escaping, sharp and mocking, his eyes glinting with hate.