Chapter One Hundred Thirteen - Monstrous

Valkyrie Behati

“Where are you, Kyrie?!” Giovanni’s voice echoed through the forest, his rage clear, but I couldn’t pull my gaze from Alex.

His eyes were distant, glazed over, and though I wanted so badly to ask if he still recognized me, my lips stayed sealed. There was a knot in my throat, the question weighing heavy on my heart.

Suddenly, both of our heads snapped toward the far edge of the woods. And saw him there walking toward us.

Giovanni had been preparing this whole time before he even got chosen as a commander. He was willing to take down everyone who got in his way to be king of werewolves.

The crunch of leaves signaled Giovanni's approach. He had found us. Alex remained unnervingly silent beside me, and my stomach churned with worry. What had they done to him? The man who stood by me now felt like a stranger.

“There you two are,” Giovanni sneered, but his tone was filled with disdain as if the sight of us disgusted him. His lips twisted in amusement, though his eyes burn