Rowan’s POV
The embers in the fireplace crackled softly, the only sound in the suffocating silence of the living room. I sat in the armchair, motionless as a statue, but inside every nerve was stretched to the breaking point. I did not take my eyes off the girl lying on the sofa. Caroline was asleep or rather knocked out by a mix of Myra’s sedative and shock, yet her breathing was still uneven.
The rage that had consumed me in the forest had hardened into something colder now, something corrosive and sharp with self loathing.
I failed.
I should never have let her get out. Worse than that, I should never have allowed Jace to get that close to her. The pup was not yet master of his instincts. The smell of blood and the presence of an intruder had clouded his mind. But it was my responsib
