MACE

I did not want to let go of her hand.

That was the first truth.

Not the law waiting downstairs. Not the frightened wolves packed into my hall. Not the blood still drying under my nails or the ruin Michael had left behind like rot beneath floorboards.

Her hand was in mine, small and warm and alive, and every instinct in my body wanted to lock the door, keep the world out, and let her sleep until every memory of him had faded from her skin.

But Alphas did not get to hide from aftermath.

Neither did the women they loved.

Jackie waited beyond the door, silent now, but...