Third Person’s POV
Kael Vale. Maddox, and Ronan Duskcliff had searched all night..
They scoured every street, every possible corner of Mooncrest, but there was no trace of Riley.
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When they finally returned to her hospital room, only to find the bed empty and cold, something inside each of them snapped.
Ronan’s face flushed red with a mix of anguish and guilt. His body shook as his wolf wed beneath the surface, pacing violently in his chest.
Then, like a predator gone mad, he turned toward Kael, eyes gleaming with fury. Without warning, he lunged forward andnded a brutal punch across Kael’s face.
“This is your fault!” Ronan snarled, voice like a snarl tearing through the air. “Your pack never treated her like one of your own! If the Ebonws hadn’t cast her out–she wouldn’t have reached this point! She wouldn’t have disappeared into the night thinking she was alone!”
Kael staggered back several steps, blood trickling from his split lip. His breath came heavy. His wolf roared behind his ribs.
Justst night, Riley had stood on the edge of that rooftop–ready to end it all.
Kael’s expression twisted. Then, with a growl of his own, he swung back, knuckles connecting hard with Ronan’s jaw.
“You think you’re any better?” Kael shouted. “You’re the one who let her rot in a cell for five years! The one who stood silent while she was torn apart from the inside out. We may not have loved her right, but at least we didn’t break her!”
Each word stabbed Kael like fangs into flesh. He had already decided to be a better brother. To make things right.
But she was gone.
Why was she so stubborn? Why couldn’t she be more like Scarlett–obedient, soft, easy?
Why did she have to be… Riley?
Tears shimmered in Kael’s furious eyes, but his fists didn’t stop swinging.
Across from him, Ronan was shaking, veins bulging at his temple. “I didn’t let that happen!” he bellowed, his voice cracking. “You think I wanted her to suffer? You think I could bear it–watching here out of that ce covered in scars she didn’t deserve?”
“Then what did you do, huh?” Kael spat, eyes zing with judgment. “You watched. You let it happen. And you call yourself a man?”
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Ronan lost it. With a snarl, he shifted–not fully, but enough that the feral edge took over. His ws burst through his skin. His canines lengthened. His eyes glowed the deep gold of a threatened Alpha.
Kael’s own wolf howled in response, bursting forward in a sh of fur and rage. The hospital walls blurred as the two Alpha–bloods collided in a flurry of fangs, ws, and snarls.
Furniture shattered under their weight. The scent of blood and dominance filled the air. They weren’t just fighting each other–they were fighting their own failures, their guilt, the unbearable truth that they had lost
her.
A white wolf.
A once–in–a–generation soul.
And now she was gone.
Maddox cursed under his breath and rushed to pull them apart. “Enough!” he shouted, trying to wedge himself between the two snapping wolves.
But Kael, lost to rage, flung him off with a savage jerk of his arm. Maddox staggered backward, chest heaving.
Before he could catch his bnce, Ronan’s wild swing hit him square in the shoulder, sending him crashing
into the wall.
Maddox clenched his teeth, pain shooting through him, but it wasn’t just physical.
It was fury. And heartbreak.
“You’ve both lost your damn minds!” he roared. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Kael whipped around, eyes bloodshot, and pointed a shaking finger at him.
“You grew up with her! You were supposed to protect her! And yet it was your hand that signed the papers that locked her away. Why?!”
Every syble hit like a hammer.
Maddox paled.
His throat tightened, and the memories–those dark, gutting truths–rushed in like a storm.
“Shut up,” he growled, voice hoarse. “Shut the hell up-
But Kael didn’t. Couldn’t.
And in that moment, Maddox’s restraint broke.
He lunged,nding a solid punch straight into Kael’s jaw. Kael reeled, blood spraying from his mouth.
“You bastard!” Kael roared.
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The room descended into utter chaos. The floor was littered with broken ss, overturned IV stands, and shards of metal. Blood smeared across the linoleum tiles. Shirts were torn. ws were out. The three of them fought like wild wolves in a pit, pain driving every blow, guilt fueling every swing.
They didn’t notice when the door creaked open.
They didn’t hear the soft gasp.
Mia stood silently in the doorway, a duffel bag in one hand. Her eyes swept across the wreckage, her lips curling in disdain.
She said nothing. Just stared.
Riley had loved all three of them–trusted them.
And in return, they had given her betrayal, torment, and five years behind bars.
Now, they dared mourn her like she was dead.
Pathetic.
They didn’t even know she had been found.
Matriarch Duskgrave and Mrs. Beck had already received word. Mia had onlye to gather Riley’s belongings and finalize her discharge paperwork.
She hadn’t expected to walk into this madness.
She turned coldly and walked away without a word.
They didn’t deserve to know.
Not yet.
Not until they bled a little more.
Eventually, the chaos burned itself out.
Kael slumped into a chair, face bruised and hands trembling, burying his face in his palms. His shoulders quaked in silence.
Ronan leaned against the wall, gasping for air, his golden eyes hollow and distant.
Maddox stared out the window like a man who had forgotten what it meant to live.
Three powerful men.
Three Alphas.
And none of them had been strong enough to protect her.
Not the rarest wolf of them all.
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Not their white wolf.
Not Riley.
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