Katrina stormed through the pack house, her eyes darting from one face to another, searching for the one person she needed to find. Her mind was a whirlwind of anger and determination after Aris’s failure, and she wasn’t about to let this setback ruin her plans. She spotted him—Silas, a broad-shouldered man with a cautious look in his eyes, glancing around like he was making sure no one was watching. When he saw her, a grin spread across his face, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was just about to head to the healer’s quarters to check on you,” he said, his voice low, trying to keep things light.
“No need for that,” Katrina said, cutting him off sharply, her tone all business, leaving no room for small talk. “Change of plans. Aris failed.”
Silas’s grin vanished, his eyes narrowi
