Chapter 50

Maddox. I wobbled lifelessly into my bedroom and as the door clicked shut behind me, the scars on my back burned my skin. My teeth gritted and my palms curled into fists on impulse as fear bubbled in my stomach. Since I found out that Hunter was the future enemy of this Pack, the scars on my back had been burning me. The pain was only getting worse as time drifted by and no matter how hard I tried to quell it, I always lost control and got irritated at the slightest issue, hence why I had been brewing with anger since morning. My scars scorched me again and my nails grew into claws on impulse. I ripped my blood-stained shirt off my body, leaving me bare and hoping my room’s chill air would at least do some magic soothing this burning sensation but I was wrong. It grew worse and it forced me to entertain those haunting memories of my brother again—flashes of it had been torturing me since the morning dawned and at this rate, I doubted I would be able to get some sleep. I sighed, comp