The Broken Illusion

Alpha Gideon POV

The quiet, tense ride back to the pack house did absolutely nothing to calm the chaos tearing through my skull. I blasted the radio, letting the heavy bass vibrate through the leather seats, hoping the noise would drown out the treacherous whispers of my own mind. It was useless. The silence beneath the music was deafening, leaving me trapped with the lingering, phantom scent of