(Tyron's POV)
The realization hits me with the force of a freight train, settling into my chest and taking root there, and I grip the steering wheel tighter, my jaw clenching so hard my teeth ache.
After all, Aaron is dead.
Really, truly, permanently dead.
His body is in the ground, burned to ash by Sanya's brothers, and no matter what form his spirit takes, no matter what power the Creator gives him, he's still just a ghost, a collection of energy that will eventually fade away and move on to whatever comes next.
Even if his ghost lingers around Sanya, what does he have to compete with me?
I'm alive.
I'm solid.
I'm real in ways he can never be again.
I'm an Alpha with power and wealth and a pack at my command, and he's... what? A memory? A spirit that will disappear the moment hi
