Chapter 4

”;Please don’t do this to our children!”; I screamed, crawling over shards of their shattered portraits. ”;I’ll take any punishment—just stop destroying their memory!”; Caspian ignored me, sweeping Cilian into his arms as her fake whimpers turned to exaggerated moans. ”;Save your histrionics,”; he snapped, pausing at the door. ”;I’ll forgive this… performance. Tomorrow’s auction will make it right. I’ll buy the pups a priceless relic. Happy?”; His Bentley roared to life, leaving me kneeling in the wreckage. At the auction hall the next night, I stood outside the VIP booth, stomach churning from the stench of wolfsbane-infused perfume from Cilian. Through the glass, Caspian fed Cilian strawberries, he pointed to a balding man in the crowd—Arin, the martial camp director. ”;Used to undercut my deals,”; he sneered, ”;now he begs for scraps.”; Cilian giggled, nuzzling his neck. ”;Pathetic .”; My wolf howled in my chest. That’s the man who skinned our children. I ent