“You will live a normal, full life as a human,” I said, crouching down to their level. “Be grateful for your second chance, and don’t waste it. Don’t waste your human life.”

Torin and Sisily lifted their faces toward me, tears painting their cheeks in lines of sorrow.

“My wolf… He’s gone,” Torin choked out.

My heart ached because I could empathize, but he had brought this on himself. He’d had so many chances to do better. Literal years since his father had died, where he could have grown up and taken Torma to the place and prestige it deserved.

Instead, he’d remained a spoiled, entitled asshole. Just like his father, he’d abused his power, and now he faced the consequences of that.

Jaxson hurried forward and he lifted the pair, dragging Torin and Sisily away from us. They disappeared, but I wasn’t too worried. I knew Jaxson, and he would be back for his judgement. One thing he never shirked was responsibility.

Shadow’s power dragged the other powerful members forward first, and we both placed our hands on them. This was the way I could see their actions over the years and pass judgement. Some of them were easy to decide, with corruption and depravity the truest part of who they were, while others I really had to weigh up if they were deserving of this level of punishment.

Dean Heathcliffe sneered when he got close, and I absolutely did not want to touch him. “You deserve death,” I said without inflection, even if my eyes were telling him to drop dead.

Jaxson returned at that moment, and I was struck with the urge to touch them both. To see the truth of what Jaxson had been trying to tell me.

Shadow dragged them forward and held them in place so I could put a fingertip on both of their temples, digging straight into the past, searching for the time when my life had changed for the worst.

A room swirled before coming into focus, a familiar face sending a pang of grief through my chest. It was my father in one of the pack meeting rooms, with Dean and Victor. They’d been arguing, it was clear by the looks on their faces.

“Taking her friends away only makes it worse,” my father snapped. “You killed her damn bunny and she almost burned the town down.”

Dean laughed. “You birthed her, you deal with it. I’m protecting my family by ensuring my son is no part of her life. I’ll break him if it’s the last thing I do.”

The scene changed, and then it was Dean and Jaxson. The father was slamming his fist into his son’s face and chest and stomach, over and over, until a young Jaxson was limp and unresponsive. Torin was the one to rush in between the beta and his friend, holding both hands up.