RYAN POV
The room was dim, the desk lamp casting a soft yellow glow over the papers I had left earlier. Everything looked exactly as I had left it.
I removed the cloth from my face completely and dropped it onto the chair. Then I stood in the middle of the room and stared at the desk like it had personally insulted me.
Hours of waiting, hours of preparing for something that never happened.
And for what? Nothing.
My wolf sank inside me too, less angry now, more tired than anything else.
I pressed my palms against the desk and lowered my head for a moment, letting out a long breath through my nose. The disappointment was slowly killing. I had failed my own people. And I had wasted my own time I could have used in preparing for another means to end this.
A knock came a
