Caleb’s POV
The mansion’s hallway was a tunnel of shadows, with only a few lamps casting golden glimmers across the walls. I advanced in silence, the black wolf mask covering my face, my eyes gleaming with Sigvar’s contained fury rumbling in my chest, desperate to be unleashed. The air was thick with the scent of burned wood and the distant echo of moans guiding me toward the door at the end of the corridor. Every step was a battle against my own restraint, the promise I had made to get Nellie out of here pounding in my mind.
I was going to get her out.
I wouldn’t let her mate break her.
I had followed her ex-mate, Nellie, and the Beta ever since I’d seen them together amid that morbid celebration, my wolf instincts keeping me hidden as they moved through the mansion’s labyrinthine hal
