My wolf growled in agreement demanding vengeance. Soon, I promised it. Soon.
I turned away, gathering the parchment and setting it aside. I made my way straight to the hospital. I needed to see her, to reassure myself she was still fighting. To stand near her children, remind them their Alpha hadn’t abandoned them.
But just as I opened my door, a figure stepped into the corridor. “Alpha Gideon.”
Daphne.
Her voice was smooth and practiced, her voice was soft but I felt like the concern on her face was just a mask.
She stood straight, her posture was perfect with grace, she looked elegant as always, even her facial expression was perfect..too perfect.
But her eyes.
Her eyes were calm yet precise. Too watchful. They looked so sharp and smooth that it reminded me of daggers hidden under
