#Chapter 140: Cornered

The sound of David's body hitting the ground echoed through my mind. Elsa’s last words haunted me as Kane and I tore through those pack house corridors. The metallic scent of blood hung in the air, mixing with smoke from the battle outside. Giana had bolted the second her mate dropped. Didn't even check if he was breathing. All that perfect composure she wore like armor? Shattered into a million pieces. Grief has this way of ripping off masks. All those pretty lies people tell themselves? Gone. What was left made my stomach turn. She'd been playing the grieving widow act for all of five seconds before survival instincts kicked in. Classic Giana—always thinking about herself first. "Main ballroom!" Kane shouted over the chaos. Debris crashed somewhere behind us—probably another section of the pack house collapsing from the battle damage. Kane’s mind was already working three steps ahead. He could map escape routes while running full speed and dodging furniture. Me? I was just