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
Oliver's blood dripped onto my hand, warm and metallic. The moment it touched my skin, everything exploded.
The memories hit me like a fucking avalanche—not fragmented pieces this time, but the whole goddamn truth in vivid, brutal detail.
*Seven years old by Moonlight Lake. Ethan, ba...

Chapter 9