I lay in his arms, each breath tasting of blood and snow—he was the one who slaughtered my entire clan. The silver blade was within reach, his throat just inches from my revenge. 
But he opened his eyes, those silver-gray depths locking onto my knife. The silver burned my palm as he pinned me beneath him, forcing bitter moonbane down my throat. His fingers traced the "traitor" brand seared into my chest. "Scars fade," he whispered. That tenderness cut deeper than any hatred ever could.

 Loving the Alpha Who Killed My Pack 

Sophia's POV
The Forbidden Forest stretched endlessly before us, its twisted branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers. Thomas moved with the steady pace of someone who knew these paths well, his hand never leaving mine as we navigated through the dense undergrowth.
"How much further?...

Chapter 7