Chapter 145. Born of Violence

Third-Person POV

“Don’t talk about my mother that way—she was a proud warrior, unlike you!” Zephyr snarled, slashing at his own father’s face with a clawed strike. “Neuralgia!” he shouted, unleashing his pain-manipulation powers and flooding Byron’s body with searing agony. Byron flinched, but he quickly recovered, clamped his large hand around Zephyr’s jaw, and yanked the boy down onto the ground with a cold, triumphant smirk.

“Your mother was nothing but a muscle-bound freak,” Byron spat, voice low and bitter as he remembered the horrors that preceded Zephyr’s birth. “She wanted me only for my brains—took advantage of me at my weakest. That’s why you were born!”

Long ago, before Zephyr existed, Byron had been the delta of a peculiar werewolf pack known as the Muscle Pack. As the name implied, these werewolves worshipped physical strength above all else. For someone tall, lanky, and more cerebral than brawny, it was a near miracle that Byron had risen to th