Chapter 77
Draven’s POV
I leaned against the cold stone wall, the chill of the rough surface biting through the fabric of my shirt, grounding me in the moment. My eyes were fixed on the sprawling grounds of the estate below, but I wasn’t truly seeing them. The land, the trees swaying with the evening breeze, the distant silhouettes of my pack members moving like shadows—it was all a blur. The world hummed quietly around me, a soft murmur of life, but it seemed so distant, so far removed from the storm that raged inside me. The usual calm of the estate, the familiar sights and sounds, no longer brought me any sense of peace.
Every nerve in my body felt like it was stretched taut, like the strings of a bow drawn too far back, ready to snap. My mind was in turmoil, racing through the decis
