Ethan stared at me in disbelief. "Y-You know something, don't you?"
"This has nothing to do with you," I said calmly.
"Selena Thorne! I'm ordering you to tell me!"

He instinctively invoked his Alpha authority, but I looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Your orders don't work on me."
With Kyle's help, I had already severed my mind-link with the pack. Now, I answered only to myself.
"You!"
Ethan was seething with rage, yet utterly powerless.
Just then, Kyle stepped out of the cabin.
"Kyle?"

When Ethan recognized him, shock and fury crossed his features. "You! An exiled traitor! You're the one turning her against me!"
Kyle let out a scoff. "I only helped her to see the truth. Unlike you, using love as a cover while deceiving her every step of the way."
Ethan looked as though he had just heard a joke. "Truth? What truth?"
I looked at him and realized the time had come.

I closed my eyes before pressing a fragment of memory into Ethan's mind. It was a piece I had torn directly from Chloe's soul.
The first image revealed the "hunter's cabin". Chloe lounged before a mirror, meticulously doing her makeup to look as though she had been crying.
"Move faster!" she snapped at the rogue beside her, her voice edged with impatience. "When Ethan gets here, make it look convincing. I want the ropes tight enough to leave red marks."
Then, the scene shifted to three years earlier. Right before everyone departed for the great full-moon hunt, Chloe approached Layla's gear and quietly tucked a silver needle into Layla's breastplate.
Her eyes burned with madness as she muttered, "Layla, why does everyone love you more than me? We look exactly alike, so why is Ethan so hopelessly devoted to you? But once you're gone, he'll fall in love with me!"
When the giant bear delivered its fatal blow, the silver needle hidden within the armor pierced straight into Layla's heart.
She clutched her chest and screamed in agony. After a brief spasm, she collapsed to the ground and lay still.
Every image came crashing into Ethan's mind. The color drained from his face as he staggered backward, as if all life had drained from him.
"N-No… T-That's impossible…" he stammered. "Layla… It was her… Chloe…"
The pure, innocent she-wolf he had protected all these years turned out to be the real murderer of the she-wolf he had loved most.
And the accident Ethan had blamed himself for was nothing more than a meticulously planned murder. On top of that, he had driven the one who loved him most into utter despair, all for Chloe, that evil she-wolf.
With a heavy thud, Ethan dropped to his knees. The once-proud Alpha let out a guttural cry, utterly defeated.
I walked up to him and looked at him condescendingly. "Do you see the truth now? If you do, then let's get moving."
My voice was devoid of emotion as I added, "It's time for me to take back what's mine."