Normally, it takes a solid four damn hours to reach the Alpha King’s palace—even at full speed. But today, somehow, my wolf, who's been whining and cursing me out since the second we left the Red Night Pack, managed to shave it down to three.
Three hours.
It’s insane.
Three relentless hours of tearing through forests, leaping over rivers, crashing past startled wildlife, and ignoring every bone-deep warning my body tries to send me.
Not that I’m complaining.
I’m a man in love. The sooner I get this ridiculous “fine” sorted for taking down a corrupt power structure to protect Kali, the sooner I can get back to her—back to where I belong.
But I won’t lie—every mile I put between us gnaws at me. I hate this distance.
And I regret not marking her.
Deeply.
Without that mark, I have no
