Nights had always been his favorite. Especially the full moon.
A night for s*x—or a hunt.
He preferred s*x.
A night when the females in his pack would throw themselves at him, their eyes filled with lust, craving his attention.
A night when he could relax in a warm bath, enjoying their eager touches. Or, on some nights, he would hunt like a predator in the woods, satisfying his thirst for bloodshed.
But tonight felt different.
Never had he felt such fury and uncertainty. As each second passed, the thought of losing everything he and his father had worked for gnawed at him.
Hours had passed. Soon, the sun would rise, casting its light upon the land.
“Brother?”
Valkyrie stepped into the room, her palms sweaty, her heart pounding. She found her brother lost in his thought by the wind
