With a lingering glance at James, I realised I was the one responsible for his situation. The tears in Mikaela’s eyes, I was the one responsible for them, the wolves fighting and bleeding, I was responsible for their blood. It was all me, and only and only if I hadn’t fled, this wouldn’t have happened, James wouldn’t be like this, Mikaela would’ve been chilling with her pup, Augustus’s pack would’ve been void of any destruction and his wolves would’ve been alive and breathing, without shedding their blood.

But now nothing was right, Xerxes was here, and Augustus was paying the price for my stupidity.

His fingers were quick to cease...