THIRD PERSON'S POV
Lord Killian paced the length of his dimly lit room, seething with a mixture of indignation, and rage. He'd been on the hunt for the healer wolf.
Time and time again, a thousand times over, he'd searched far and wide. Nothing seemed to yield results. He's combed the length of the woods…down to the packs around the Antarctic.
And now, he'd found her. His lousy warriors couldn't even get their hands on her. It was that bad. To think he spent his entire morning training with them.
Yet, they failed him. They couldn't even get a strand of her hair. It was hard to believe that the healer wolf still existed even after they were rumored to be extinct.
The only way he could ascertain that was to get his hands on her. He ran his silver dagger through his beards, riling w
