Chapter 59

• What do we do now?” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. The room felt cold, the weight of the impending confrontation pressing down on all of us like a heavy blanket. My thoughts were scattered, frantically trying to grasp at some semblance of a plan.
• “We’ve let the packs know what happened. They’ll be here soon,” Dickson said, his voice steady, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. He stood near the window, gazing out as if expecting the packs to materialize out of the darkness at any moment.
• I turned to Leo, who was still hunched over in the corner, his shoulders shaking with every sob. He was a broken man, consumed by the guilt of what he had done. He’d killed his brother, his own flesh and blood, in a moment of uncontrollable rage. Now, that regret was eating him alive, tearing him apart from the inside.