Chapter 36
-Grayson'’s POV-
| felt the flames rise, licking closer and closer to my skin, the heat unbearable. My wolf surged forward in
response, roaring inside my head, and | let him take control, Chains snapped, wood cracked, and we crashed
through the cabin wall, bursting into the night just before the fire engulfed everything behind us.
The fresh air hitlike a punch, cool and sharp. | didn’t waste any time. My paws pounded against the ground
as | ran through the trees, my lungs burning with each breath.
Death had cforonce before.
| knew that feeling-the cold, endless void that seemed to stretch on forever, pullingdeeper, drowningin
nothingness. It was like falling, slipping further and further away from everything that madewho | was. But
then, just before the darkness could take me, | was pulled back.
Yanked violently back into life.
This tfelt no different. Except... | was down to my last chance
| was powerful but even | knew | wasn’t invincible which was why | had Maria use magic to givechances of
life through a ring. | wore it and never took it off. Whenever | shifted, it becimbedded into my skin and the
only down side to it was that it gaveonly three chances to cback to life and since | had used two, | was
down to my last chance,
The thought madegrind my teeth. | should have been more focused.
This attack should have never gone through.
| pushed harder, my body moving swiftly through the shadows as | made my way back to the estate. The city
loomed ahead, lights flickering through the trees. | didn’t stop. Couldn't. My paws hit the ground in rapid
succession, heart hammering in my chest, until | reached the back entrance I'd installed for moments like this-
when | needed to slip in unnoticed.
Once inside, | shifted back into my human form, the transformation smooth but leavingmomentarily drained.
My limbs felt heavy, and the remnants of the wolfsbane still lingered in my system, dulling my senses, however, |
couldn't afford
to rest
Not now,
The hot water from the shower did little to soothe my muscles, at least it washed away the soot, the blood, the
evidence of another close brush with death. | dressed quickly, my hands moving with precision, adjusting my tie
in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, cold and unfeeling.
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| should be dead. Again.
But instead, | was standing here, alive, and that meant someone was going to pay for what happened tonight
| moved to my laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as | inputted the information | had gathered about
Dominic. Narcissist. Personal vendetta againstbecause of something I'd done to his family, something he
couldn't let go. Hot- headed. Dangerous, but predictable. | forwarded the details to Carter, already anticipating
his response.
Seconds later, my phone buzzed. Carter, always quick on the draw.
“With a sprinkle of happiness, my heart is warmed by the fact that you are not dead.”
I almost smirked. Almost. | shook my head, ignoring his sarcasm Carter would find him and Dominic would soon
reslize he just made the worst mistake of his life.
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| prepared to step out but before | could step out, my emergency phone rang and Maria’s voice was on the other
end laced
with tiredness.
“Considering the fact that | just felt a surge of energy pass through me, I'm guessing you got yourself killed
again.”
Her words were flat, but | knew better. Beneath her tone, there was concern.
“Your enthusiasm at my survival warms my heart,” | replied dryly
| couldn’t see her but | knew she just rolled her eyes. “Are you okay?”
There was a pause before | answered. “I'm fine. There's business | need to handle now. I'll call you later.”
“Make it hurt,” she said, her voice dark, and | smiled at that. She always did have a flair for the tic. Before
| could hang up, her voice softened. “Grayson.....
| sighed, knowing what was coming. “I know. I'm down to one chance with the ring.”
“And | might be powerful, but | don’t have the ability to create another one of that magnitude. So, please. Be
careful.”
“I know.” | ended the call.
With one last look in the mirror to ensure everything was in place, | left my room. | had work to do. The media
would be on this like vultures, and | needed to get ahead of the story. Liam would need to send out a statement
to keep things under control. Being a public figure cwith its burdens, and while | preferred that people
minded their business, | wasn’t naive enough to think that would happen.
As | walked down the hallway, voices drifted from the living room. | followed the sound, my steps silent, until |
reached the doorway. Ava, Isabella, Elaine, Liam, and Monica were scattered around, the tension in the room
thick. The news playing in the background caught my attention.
Patek Philippe, belonging to billionaire Grayson Blackwood. However, a body has still not been found...
| almost growled at the screen. The inaccuracy grated at me, like nails on a chalkboard.
“If they're going to talk about the watch, they should at least get the brand right.” My voice cut through the
room like at blade.
Elaine’s eyes shot to mine, and before | could react, she threw herself into my arms, her small frcolliding
with mine. | stiffened, my body rigid. | wasn’t the type for unnecessary displays of affection and reluctantly |
hugged her back.
Then my eyes shifted to Ava and her eyes caughtthey were stagnant and a deep shade of blue reminding
People were predictable. I'd learned that long ago. And | knew that no matter how much Ava fought with her
father, if | was the one responsible for his death, she would never forgive me.
I shouldn't care. | didn’t want to
o care.
Except | did.
And that pissedoff more than anything.
If Luther was going to die, | needed to be sure. | needed to look him in the eyes, see for myself if he was truly
responsible before | ended him. For her sake.
She moved instantly after my command and now we were both seated in my car. My fingers briefly lingered on
the brake pedal, checking it one last time. Satisfied, | started the engine. | wasn’t taking any chances after what
had happened.
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| could feel her body vibrating with questions. She was practically brimming with them, but she kept silent, her
eyes staring out the window, frozen like a statue..
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The quiet inside the car was heavy, only broken by the hum of the engine and the soft whisper of the road
beneath us. My mind kept flicking back to the attack, and before | realized it, the words slipped out, almost like a
confession.
“I was attacked.”
Her head whipped towardso fast | half-expected to hear a crack. | sighed, already regretting opening my
mouth, but the
truth was out now.
Might as well continue.
“Someone paid to have my brakes cut,” | said, keeping my voice flat, controlled, though | saw her eyes widen,
her gaze darting instinctively to her door handle like she was considering an escape. | managed a small, wry
smile. “I made sure we won't encounter the sissue.”
She exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and relaxed, if only slightly. “What happened after the
crash?” she asked, her voice softer now, cautious.
“I woke up chained in srundown cabin in the woods, dosed with enough wolfsbane to kill me.”
Her eyes widened further, fear flashing in them for a moment. She didn’t need to know that it did kill me. That
wasn’t something | wanted to explain-especially not now.
“But you're alive,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. Relief washed over her face, but she
wasn't done. “Is that why we're going to see my father? You think he’s responsiblet”
I didn’t answer immediately. My jaw tightened, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
She shifted beside me, then spoke again, more insistent this time. “I’m not trying to defend him-I know what
he’s capable. of. But my father doesn’t stab people in the back. If he were behind this, you'd know. He'd make
sure you saw him coming. He always takes the high road in a twisted sense.”
Her words were my thoughts exactly. Luther Pierce wouldn't hide behind sthird-rate assassin. He was proud,
too proud to operate in the shadows. And yet, | couldn’t shake the doubt.
Not entirely.
“What happens if he is behind this?” she asked, her voice low, almost trembling.
My grip on the wheel tightened, my knuckles white against the leather. | turned my gaze toward her, just briefly
enough for her to catch the seriousness in my eyes.
“For your sake, Ava... hope he’s not.”
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