JAYDEN
I ran deeper into the woods, the cold air biting at my skin as I tried to outrun the storm in my head. My brother’s threats echoed through me like poison, eating away at my sanity. He hadn’t shown his face yet, but the venom in his voice during our calls was enough to know he was near—lurking somewhere in Vancouver. Somewhere close to my pack. My home.
I’d searched every border, every allied territory, and still, nothing. He was playing a game. A sick one. Hide and seek—with lives hanging in the balance.
I shifted into human form, panting, dragging a hand through my hair in frustration. I was done. Done with wars. Done with betrayal. I wanted peace. A quiet life with my mate. Just us. No pack politics. No looming enemies. No fear every time she stepped out of the house. No more
