Elisha’s POV

I watched Luca as he slept. The way his chest heaved up and down as he slept so soundly. Like he had no care in the world. So fucking clueless. I could easily rip his throat out right now. No one would know.

Except Karl. I hadn't expected to run into him. But he had been there. Alert. Waiting.

Killing Luca here in the pack house wasn't the best decision. I'd be caught before I even made it to the gates.

I gritted my teeth as the flashbacks hit me. The image of him—of ...