James POV
Two days.
I had spent two whole f*****g days tracking her.
Watching.
Waiting.
Warrick was a moron. A weak Alpha pretending to be powerful while blindly destroying the very thing he should have protected.
He had no idea what Freya truly was.
But I did.
And more importantly—
Wohan did.
A shiver crawled beneath my skin at the thought of him.
I served something far greater than Warrick’s pathetic little pack now. Everything I had done, every humiliation, every order I obeyed, had been for one purpose.
Getting my wolf back.
And as an added reward?
I got the girl too.
Freya.
Little runaway princess.
I had followed them carefully through the city after they left the pack grounds, masking my scent the entire time. It wasn’t difficult. Years of training and desperation ma
