Chapter 41

Thea

I push myself back to sit on my knees, Maksym’s heart slick and warm in my palm. I should feel sad or at the very least, remorseful. I should feel some level of sorrow for killing my father, right?

I’m oblivious to my surroundings as my eyes stay locked on my hand. The loud thumps of my heart reverberate in my ears as I try to feel something.

The adrenaline is still buzzing through my body as I stand and try to quickly sort through my emotions.

The only thing I’m certain I feel in this moment is relief.

But it’s short-lived.

The hollow echoes of my heart fade away as I swivel my head to see that everything around me is chaos.

Sophia is crying as she presses her hands into the wound on Anders stomach. Blood trickles through her fingers as she pleads with him to hold on. His rich, dark skin dulls as the warmth in his eyes slowly dims.

Kenrik releases a desperate howl as he crashes down to his knees from what I’m guessing is the pack link breaking. His fingers thread into