Kane’s POV

Silence is the loudest sound I’ve ever heard.

It presses against my ears as the ancestral stones dim from their earlier blaze, as the ash from Killian’s shattered contingency settles into the cracked earth, as the pack—our pack—stands frozen between disbelief and betrayal.

I feel every gaze turn. Not toward Killian. Toward me.

Because I am the one still holding the truth upright, refusing to let it fall and shatter into something easier to swallow.

I straighten, rolling my ...