Clack!
The basin of water hit the ground. Before the rogue could scream, her body crumpled with a thud.
Warm blood painted the tent floor—and Kael's hands. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.
The masked man didn't flinch. He simply stood, watching, a faint smile curling his lips.
Kael hovered over the girl's body, chest heaving, shirt soaked in her blood.
"She judged me," he rasped between breaths.
"Yes," the masked man replied coolly. "She spared your life—but named you rogue." He chuckled softly. "How wicked of her."
Kael lifted his gaze. Something in his eyes had broken. "She let me live," he whispered. "But took everything else." His fists trembled. "Then I'll burn the world… until there's nothing left for her to protect."
The masked man tilted his head. "But you can't burn her world with Alpha Snow beside her, my dear beta."
Kael whirled around, eyes wide. "Alpha what?"
