chapter sixteen

POV alpha Xavier

"So, boy, what's it going to be? Do you want me to leave you here to be food for worms and crows, or do you still want to live?" His voice was harsh, cutting, as he looked at me with an expression of disdain, as if my pathetic situation was a spectacle for his entertainment.

"Please..." I stammered, my voice coming out as a weak whisper as I fought to stay conscious. "Save... my mother." My eyes drifted to her body, lying just a few meters away from me, so close yet unreachable. He laughed, a dry, cruel sound, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"That woman is already dead," he said with a tone of indifference that made me shiver. "Even if she were alive, it wouldn't make a difference. She's just a fragile human... weak. You, on the other hand, have wolf blood running through your veins. That's why you're still breathing. Your wolf is fighting to keep you alive, even if it's a losing battle. Sure, you'll carry scars for the rest of your life, your face will be a horror sh