Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
I look at Larry, who sits bleeding, but looking at Tyson with wonder. With hopefulness.
Tyson turns to my brother and his nostrils flare. He nods and says, “A few minutes ago, some old memories washed over me. I remember maybe fifteen or so years ago, we fought in a ring. You ‘n me.”
My brother glares at him with hatred.
Tyson keeps talking, “I won. Beat you senseless. You were a pup in that ring compared to me. It was probably your first fight. It was probably my twentieth. Your father and my uncle argued after. I think because they were both cheats bringing shifters to dog fights. Your father was a foul-tempered fucker, maybe even worse than Cornelius. Struck you after you were already down. Because you were bitching about the fight. You were a sore loser. Your father slapped you and called you a sniveling little pussy. I laughed because he was right and the faces you made at me are the same faces you just made at your sister which made me remember. And yes, you’re still a sniveling pussy.”
My brother’s face contorts with more anger as he stares at Tyson like he plans to kill him. As if he could.
“Yes…” Tyson continues. “I remember Uncle egging me on to hunt your father down and devour him a few years later, though I don’t know why, it was probably that old beef from that fight. Or they tried to make some other deal that fell apart. I don’t know, will never know, but…” Tyson turns and looks at me. “I’m sorry Stacy Blackwood. I apologize if that caused you pain. I was sent into a red haze of fury and acted on primal impulse only. He used me like a weapon.”
“My father wasn’t a very good leader either, Tyson,” I say. “Though he wasn’t as bad at it as Wyatt.”
And I see the crowd agrees with me.
“Excuse me?” a voice calls out and all eyes turn to Floyd. “I walked up on a conversation beside the salvage yard’s office with a man who smelled like your relative talking to Wyatt. A few weeks later, John Meadows was dead.”
That sinks in hard as there are gasps from the crowd. Did Wyatt pay Tyson’s uncle to have Tyson kill Father?
Wyatt’s smug face goes hard with anger as he glares at Floyd.
“Holy shit!” I exclaim.
Ty looks at my brother with disgust, then turns to look at me.
“Though he wasn’t a very good leader, I’m sorry if I caused you pain.”
“I’m sorry that I caused you and Ivy pain when Wyatt forced me to shoot you,” I say. “I was hoping to find a way out of the nightmare we were under. Aphra told me I was the key to changing things for my pack and I guess it was what forced change. But I’m sorry I caused hurt. As well as sorry to the other alphas I poisoned and all your loved ones who I’m sure were worried. I tried to do the bare minimum for self-preservation and in the hopes it would force change.”
“You already said sorry to me,” he tells me. “I’m fine as you can see.”
“Well… you already apologized to me too.”
“So, we’re putting it behind us?” he checks.
I nod. “Definitely.”
He smiles and man, is he ever handsome. Ivy is a lucky person. Tyson turns to look at my brother again. Wyatt is still holding his head but he’s also trying to look bored.
“I have nothing else to say to you,” Tyson says and goes back to the wall.
Wyatt gives him the finger. And multiple people scoff at how lame that is.
Wyatt looks at me and smirks, opening his mouth like he’s about to say something.
“Grey?” Brody calls out, gesturing toward Wyatt.
“I’m good,” my mate says. “My wife said it all. The former Silver Hills pack has the right to decide and I’ll be good with it. Even if I’d prefer to rip him to shreds. Slowly.” Grey shoots a dirty look at my brother and his silver eyes flare with light, making Wyatt straighten.
The look on Grey’s face is loaded with loathing. I know Grey would really love to be the one to deliver a death sentence.
My brother looks down and smirks again. Smirks?
“Adelaide?” Brody inquires.
Addy shakes her head and wraps her arms around herself.
“Anybody else?” Brody asks.
Jase and Sherry’s father calls out, “My daughter won’t have any words for or against this vote. I’ve just had a message.” He waves his phone in the air and pockets it.
Wyatt’s expression drops, but then hardens.
Yeah. Your fated mate hates you, Wyatt.
“Aphra?” I call out and gesture to my brother.
Aphra looks around. “I’m not part of the pack. But… thank you for bringing me here. Jason said I could get my bearings and go from here.”
“I’ll bring Rikki over tomorrow,” Riley pipes up. “You two can talk.”