Chapter 13
The moment Delilah saw Theron appear, hope blazed in her eyes.
She dragged her battered body toward him, limping and sobbing, her voice completely shattered: “Theron… she was gonna kill me! Sylvae’s completely lost it! She can’t stand seeing me happy…”
Theron caught her in his arms, his gaze turning murderous as he stared at Sylvae. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Sylvae wiped blood from her mouth and let out a harsh laugh, tossing the metal pipe aside.
CLANG!
The sound echoed through the empty warehouse.
“Theron,” her voice was deadly calm, “you better think real fucking hard about who was actually wrong here today.”
She paused, her eyes cutting. “And don’t forget-you still owe me big time.”
Theron’s jaw clenched, his voice arctic: “You’re the one who set this whole shit up with Rowan.”
Haha. Right!” Sylvae’s laugh was cold. “Fine then. Guess I’ll just call every media outlet in the territory-”
she locked eyes with him, each word deliberate: “Wonder how well you’ll handle that shitstorm. Wasn’t the Ashgrave pack trying to secure that eastern development contract?”
Then she turned to Delilah. “And I’m sure poor little Delilah here doesn’t want every werewolf blog calling her a homewrecker whore, does she?”
Delilah went white, immediately collapsing against Theron’s chest in tears: “Theron, this is all my fault… She’s just angry because we ruined her ceremony…”
heron’s scowl deepened as he looked at Sylvae. “If that’s what this tantrum is about, I’ll make it right. But why the fuck are you taking it out on her?”
ylvae scoffed, her eyes full of contempt. “Save your breath.”
he slowly straightened up, and despite being covered in blood, she stood tall with lethal grace. “I don’t need your pity ceremony. With or without that bullshit itual. I’m still Luna of this pack.”
Vithout sparing them another glance, Sylvae pressed her hand to her bleeding stomach and headed for the exit.
is she passed Theron and Delilah, she paused briefly: “This is over. For now.”
But don’t get comfortable. We’re nowhere near done.”
hen she walked out without looking back.
heron stood there, watching her leave, something sharp and unfamiliar twisting in his chest.
he was a bloody wreck.
le’d fucking stabbed her!
the should have been screaming, should have tried to rip his throat out, but instead she’d just looked at him with those eerily calm eyes and made his wolf whine with something that felt like… guilt?
Theron suddenly realized he’d never actually seen her. The real her.
Delilah was still quietly sobbing in his arms, but he inexplicably felt irritated.
He started to lift his hand to comfort her, but the moment his fingers touched her skin, his mind flashed to Sylvae-that cold smile.
His hand stopped mid-motion.
A uncomfortable thought wormed its way into his head-
Had she become this vicious because of Delilah?
Because of… him?
The thought made Theron’s breath catch.
