Kyran Pov
The crushing guilt was drowning me alive. I had just mated with Freda. With my Alpha's mate. With my best friend's wife. The one wolf in the entire world I should never have touched. And I had not just touched her. I had taken her against a tree while she begged for more.
"What have I done," I whispered. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely stand. "What kind of monster am I."
Urdon was on the ground bleeding from deep wounds. His chest was torn open and black blood mixed with red was pouring out onto the dirt. The tattoo that had marked him as cursed was completely destroyed now. Ripped apart by Yolande's attack.
And it was all my fault. If I had been stronger. If I had resisted Freda's heat. If I had run away and stayed away. None of this would have happened. Urdon would not be dying. The curse would not have won.
"I have to fix this," I said out loud. "I have to make this right somehow."
