  I groaned awake, resisting the urge to stretch knowing that the pinch in my side would only worsen. It was tolerable for now but any slight movement would no doubt open up the gash that I knew was embedded in my side.

  

      The memories of the battle were still freshly imprinted in my mind. Every single detail replayed over and over again in my mind like a CD that was stuck of repeat. The last thing I remember I was Logan reassuring me my dad was dead and that I was finally safe.

  The news that my dad was dead didn't bother me as much as I knew that it should. He was my dad, at one point in my life my dad had been loving and caring I was sure of it but for as long as I could remember my dad was nothing but a monster. Before the challenge I would have cried over the loss of my dad but what had happened has proven that he was no longer worth my tears. It may have been heartless but I had cried my last tear for my dad the day of the challenge.

  

      I opened my eyes slowly. The invasion of a bright, white light had me blinking rapidly. I was familiar with the ceiling above and knew that I was in the pack hospital. My eyesight was no longer blurry and I began to look around seeing that I was the only one in the hospital wing, the beds on either side of me empty.

  

      The only other person in the room was Logan. My heart swelled at the sight of Logan, slou

  Roger backed off before my teeth could sink into his already injured shoulder. The wolf in front of me resembled nothing other than a corrupt man. He was not an alpha and was never fit to be an alpha.

  

      The look in his eyes informed me that he knew he was going to die and I was going to be the one to kill him. We both knew it and even in wolf form I could see the look of fear on his face.

  

      Roger charged at me in one last effort to gain the upper only for his front leg to give way causing him to collapse on the floor. His injures began to catch up with him forcing him to shift into his human form. I towered over him, my wolf glaring down at him with my head lowered above his face.

  

      "Tell my wife and daughter good bye." He smirked despite the obvious pain he was in. I'd had enough of him talking, his taunting and the suffering that he had inflicted on mate. I

I groaned awake, resisting the urge to stretch knowing that the pinch in my side would only worsen. It was tolerable for now but any slight movement would no doubt open up the gash that I knew was embedded in my side.
  
      The memories of the battle were still freshly imprinted in my mind. Every single detail replayed over and over again in my mind like a CD that was stuck of repeat. The last thing I remember I was Logan reassuring me my dad was dead and that I was finally safe.

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