Chapter 87. Until the End

CADE

I felt sick.

It was the kind of disgust that crept into your bloodstream and lingered, eating away at everything in its path.

The video playing in front of us featured Honey—my beloved sister. She was surrounded by a room full of men, the camera capturing every agonizing angle. Beside her, unable to move at all, was Elijah—her mate back then. He was shackled, forced to endure the horror. His mouth was bloodied, his face twisted in pain, restrained like some deranged experiment. The intensity of his suffering echoed as loudly as hers.

I couldn’t watch.

I wouldn’t.

I closed the screen and pushed the laptop away so forcefully that it skidded across the table, nearly hitting the floor.

Arden said nothing, but her arms were already wrapped around me, hugging me from behind. She pressed her cheek to my back, her fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt. She tried her best to hold back tears. Her body trembled slightly, but she remained still a