Chapter 49

Guinevere's POV

I stared at Reagan’s unconscious body, my heart pounding in my chest. What have I done? Panic surged through me as the weight of my actions crashed down like a tidal wave.

No.

This wasn’t right.

I needed to stop this.

I spun around to face Carlos, but before I could react, he was on me, using his wolf speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me, pressing a cloth over my mouth. My eyes widened, and I struggled, thrashing against him, but my body quickly betrayed me. The world blurred around me, my limbs growing heavy as darkness swallowed me whole.

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When my eyes fluttered open, my head throbbed painfully. I winced, taking in my surroundings—no sign of Reagan, no sign of Carlos.

“F*cking bastard,” I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to stand. My legs wobbled beneath me, but I pushed through, making my way back to the Shadow Gang pack house. Every step was a battle, my mind spinning with what had just happened. I was such a fool to trust Carlos. I had