Lily
The silence of the pack house felt like a physical weight, pressing against my chest until every breath became a chore. I had spent hours tossing and turning, my eyes constantly darting towards the window, watching the swaying shadows of the trees. Every time I tried to close my eyes, my mind conjured images of the southern border. It was a treacherous stretch of territory where the mist hung thick, and the rogues were known to hunt in silence.
Rowan had sent Davian there alone. It was a suicide mission disguised as a patrol, a petty, transparent attempt to break a man he couldn't intimidate. The injustice of it made my blood simmer, but beneath the anger, a cold, sharp dread was taking root.
What if something happens to him?
Davian seemed to be built like a bloody mountain, bu
