Chase
Sleep had become a rare thing this past week. When it did come, it never lasted long. My wolf never truly rested. Not with her.
Every night since the battle at the border, the same feeling gnawed at me—a hollow ache deep in my chest where my mate bond should have been glowing strong and steady.
Instead, it felt...distant. Muted. Like someone had wrapped chains around it. But it was still there. Which meant Clara was still alive. That was the only thing keeping me sane.
A loud knock rattled my bedroom door.
"Alpha!"
My eyes snapped open instantly. The digital clock beside my bed glowed 2:03 AM.
Adrenaline shot through me as I sat up.
"Come in."
The door opened quickly and one of the pack warriors stepped inside, breathing hard.
"The witches need you in the war room."
My h
