Finn
The stack of papers in front of me became a blur as I leaned over my desk, my hand aching from hours of non-stop writing.
The pack’s administrative tasks offered a much-needed escape, allowing me to immerse myself in something other than my thoughts.
“Alpha, you need some rest,” Marcus’s concerned voice broke through my concentration. I only pressed the pen harder against the paper, increasing my pace. Work was my sanctuary now, the only thing keeping the crushing weight of guilt at bay, preventing my thoughts from wandering where they shouldn’t.
For two weeks, I’d kept her locked away in the cold palace. For two weeks, I’d barely slept, making my nightly pilgrimages to check on her like a ghost haunting its own halls. Every visit was a fresh torture, I missed everything about her
