Darius POV
For days, I told myself I would send word to Rowan and Victor. Letting them know I had Liana would stir the chaos I needed to press my advantage. Rowan’s fury and Victor’s desperation would weaken their defenses, giving me room to strike where it hurt most. It was the logical move, the strategic one.
But I couldn’t do it.
Every time I picked up the pen to write the message or ordered Kaden to dispatch a messenger, something stopped me. Or rather, someone.
It wasn’t just me—it was my wolf. It growled in protest, pacing in my head like a caged beast, snapping at the idea of giving her up. Not yet, it seemed to say, as if the creature had its own plan. And maybe it did.
Rumors and bounties were galore. The reports from my warriors only complicated things further. Rowan’s pack
