Chapter 7

Killian’s POV

The sun beat down from above, its rays cutting through the leaves as I walked through the vibrant garden filled with color and life. The leaves rustled softly, almost as if they understood my inner struggle. The sweet scent of jasmine mingled with the earthy smell of damp soil beneath my worn boots. Despite the beautiful surroundings, my mind was consumed by a pressing urgency that overshadowed the peace around me.

As I approached the wrought-iron gate marking the boundary of the garden, I hesitated, scanning the scene before me. The guards at the entrance stood like statues, hands resting firmly on the hilts of their gleaming swords, their faces a mask of stoicism that barely concealed their true emotions. I could almost read their minds; the impending punishment for Alpha Blake's death loomed ominously above, like a storm cloud ready to break. I felt its oppressive weight settling on my shoulders, a stark reminder of the consequences that awaited me. I braced myself for what was to come, fully aware that, deep down, I was not guilty of the crime they were charging me with.

The most suffocating aspect of this predicament? I was innocent, was I really innocent?

"You're not going in there," one of the guards declared, his voice low and unyielding, laced with an authority that brooked no argument. His knuckles whitened against the hilt of his sword, and I noticed beads of perspiration trickling down his brow, signs of the tension that gripped him. This wasn’t merely about my fate; it reverberated through the entire pack, casting a long shadow over us all.

I lingered at the gate, my heart heavy with the weight of silence. What words could I possibly muster that would change their minds?

My gaze turned scrutinously to the surrounding area—an assessment of the gate, the barriers, and the potential avenues for escape. Yet, deep within, I recognized the futility of my efforts. There would be no flight from this.

The silence was shattered, and a familiar voice sliced through my thoughts, causing my body to tense involuntarily.

“Stop.” It was Faye.

My sister emerged from the periphery, her presence unwavering. She radiated an inner strength that I had always admired; she never faltered, her composure a shield against chaos. Today, however, an unsettling intensity filled the air around her.

“Killian,” she called again, her tone tempered, the urgency palpable.

I turned slowly to face her, my heart leaping in my chest. Faye never resorted to pleas; her words were usually sharp and command-driven. Yet, at this moment, there was an unfamiliar softness to her voice, a veil of worry clouding her usually steely gaze. The anger simmering beneath the surface was unmistakable—it wasn’t directed at me, but aimed squarely at the guards who stood ready to enforce judgment.

“Faye,” I murmured, barely finding the strength to speak as a flood of emotions surged within me.

Faye remained eerily silent, her intense gaze locked onto mine, her jaw set tight as if it were made of stone. Her fingers were wrapped around her phone with such force that I could see them twitching, a clear sign that she was battling a storm of emotions beneath her calm exterior. It was evident that she was grappling with something profound, holding back words that were desperate to escape. Even as the noise of the conversations swirled around us—a chaotic mix of animated voices debating the trial’s outcome and the repercussions of my actions—it felt like I was in a bubble, isolated from the chatter. Their words were meaningless distractions. The only thing that resonated was her presence, a ghostly reminder of all that was at stake.

The reality of our situation crashed over me like a tidal wave. I realized with a sinking heart that none of it mattered anymore—rationality was lost here in this pack hungry for vengeance. I stood on the precipice of their judgement, my family whispering in the shadows, their eyes fixated on me like a pack of wolves ready to pounce.

And Faye…

Faye was caught in the crossfire, torn between her loyalty to the family she had always known and a pack poised to turn against me at any moment.

“Faye,” I pleaded softly, extending my hand tentatively, fingers barely brushing the air near hers. “Let me resolve this. You’ve been by my side through so much, please.”

She shook her head sharply, retreating from my reach, her body instinctively creating distance as if the space between us could shield her from the reality unfolding. With each inch, I felt my heart plummet like lead in my chest.

“You don’t have to go down this path, Killian,” she replied, voice quaking yet laced with an undeniable strength—the same strength that had always drawn me to her.

“I have no choice, Faye,” I shot back, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. “I didn’t kill Blake on a whim. You’re the one who saw what he did to you... to me... to our pack. Anyone who dares uncover the truth knows he was a menace.”

Her expression tightened, outrage flickering in her eyes, exposing the internal conflict she faced. Deep down, she knew I spoke the truth, but she wouldn’t allow that truth to surface. This wasn’t an isolated incident; it was about the pack, the bond we had worked tirelessly to forge over the years, now hanging precariously in the balance.

“You killed him in protection,” she said softly, her voice barely a whisper, but it echoed between us. The truth hung in the air. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? They’ll never see it like that. You’re the enemy now. You’re the one who killed Alpha Blake, and the war is coming because of you.”

“ He doesn't earn that name, Alpha,” I growled. But I kept my voice low. There were guards everywhere, listening to our every word.

She narrowed her eyes at me, clearly trying to gauge my emotions.

“I won’t stand by while they judge you, Killian,” Faye said, her voice filled with fire now. She was ready to speak, ready to defend me. That was the Faye I knew. The one who would take on the world for her brother. The one who would rip anyone apart who tried to hurt me.

“But they’ll hurt you too,” I said quietly, not wanting to raise my voice too much. “They’ll hurt you, Faye. You won’t win this.”

“I’m not fighting for a win, Killian,” she said, and the quiet confidence in her voice cut through the tension. “I’m fighting because you’re my brother. And no one gets to take you from me.”

Before I could say anything more, two guards burst into the garden, their faces stricken with panic.

“There’s been an explosion near the pack boundary!” one of them shouted. “We need backup immediately!”

The atmosphere shifted in an instant. The garden, once calm, exploded into chaos. The guards quickly dispersed, moving toward the perimeter. Faye’s eyes widened, her phone slipping from her hands as she stared in horror.

“Faye,” I said, my voice urgent as I stepped toward her.

Her eyes were wide with fear now. She was shaking her head.

“Stay back, Killian,” she said quickly, her voice a mix of anger and fear. Her hands trembled as she took a step away. “Don’t touch me. You’re not the hero anymore.”

My heart tightened, but I refused to let doubt creep in. The urgency of the situation demanded action. Something was unfolding at the boundary.

“Faye, let me help you—”

“No.” Her voice cut like a knife. “I don’t need you to fix everything. I can take care of myself. You can’t just walk in here as if you own the place and think a simple touch will solve everything. Not anymore.”

Her words stung, but I held my ground, taking a breath to steady myself. I would not back down.

Before I had a chance to respond, a thunderous roar ripped through the air from beyond the gates. It vibrated beneath our feet, sending a jolt of adrenaline through me. The guards froze for an instant, but I sensed the tension building, a prelude to the chaos to come. Whatever was happening at the boundary was far from over.

“Get ready!” one of the guards commanded, drawing his sword with authority. “We’re needed.”

I noticed the flicker of fear in Faye's eyes, yet she refused to acknowledge me as she took a deep breath and steeled herself. Her voice was icy as she said, “I’ll handle it. You deal with your consequences.”

Just like that, she strode away, resolved.

I stood firm, my heart resonating with her words. I might not have been the hero anymore, but I wouldn’t let that define me.

The air thickened with the acrid smell of smoke, and the danger loomed closer. I didn’t know what awaited us, but one thing was certain: I wasn’t going down without a fight, and I wouldn’t do it alone.